"Since you know, go ahead and do it!"
Lin Fan said calmly.
"Yes..."
Old Huang's voice was filled with endless bitterness.
He knew that nothing he said now would make a difference.
Rules are rules, and Lin Fan was the Alliance Hierarch of the Huaxia Martial Arts World; rules could not be broken.
Lin Fan had not killed him, which was already a tremendous mercy; how could he dare ask for more?
His cultivation was crippled, and at worst, he could no longer be a Martial Artist. Even if his limbs were severed, they could still be reattached.
After all, over the years, Old Huang had saved quite a bit of money, enough for his retirement.
No longer hesitating, Old Huang fiercely smashed his fist into his own abdomen.
"Puh!"
A stream of fresh blood spurted out.
Then, Old Huang took out his cell phone and dialed a number, "Hello, send someone to pick me up in a villa area on the outskirts of Tianhai City, yes!"
