Fan Yong slowly put away his right palm, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

As a disciple of the Xingyi Sect, Fan Yong was fortunate to be selected by Nalan Lingyun and became his driver.

In Jinling, I don’t know how many people envy Fan Yong.

Although it is just a small driver, it depends on who it is.

Fan Yong narrowed his eyes and said, "If you want to survive, just follow me."

Tang Tianleng said: "100,000!"

"Hmph, money is not a problem."

"But the premise is that you can detoxify Miss Yang."

Fan Yong said with contempt.

Hundred thousand?

For the Nalan family, a hundred thousand is not even a drop in a bucket.

Tang Tianleng said: "I mean, this table is 100,000."

"What did you say?"

Fan Yong's face changed slightly and he cursed angrily: "You are a stingy person, you are so brave. How dare you play tricks on me like this?"

Seeing that Fan Yong was about to take action, Wei Shiya hurriedly stepped forward to stop him and said, "Fan Yong, no! Mr. Tang is Miss Nalan's friend!"

"You toad, you want to eat swan meat, too?"

Fan Yong shouted angrily and stretched out his claws to grab Tang Tian's throat.

Before coming to Jishi Hall, Nalan Lingyun ordered Fan Yong to tie Tang Tian up even if he was tied up.

But unfortunately, Nalan Lingyun underestimated Tang Tian's strength a little.

"Kneel at the door!"

Tang Tian punched Fan Yong out with a punch.

Under the impact of the terrifying boxing force, Fan Yong screamed and fell to the ground on his knees.

Before Fan Yong could get up, Tang Tian bounced his fingers and saw one of the golden needles spinning and stabbing the acupoints on his chest.

Looking at Fan Yong again, he felt as if he was deflated and kneeled down to the ground.

"Go back and tell Nalan Lingyun!"

"I'm still saying the same!"

"Kneel at the door!"
Chapter completed!