Xu Zimei stared at Gang Yan, speaking every word deliberately.
"Do you want to be the king of the Hundred Clans?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Gang Yan laughed loudly as if he had heard a big joke.
"Kid, I thought you were someone important.
Turns out you're just a boastful little brat."
Gang Yan snorted coldly.
"King of the Hundred Clans, who dares to speak such words? What are you?"
Xu Zimei wasn't angry.
He merely waved his large hand lightly.
An invisible force directly bound Gang Yan.
Painstakingly, Gang Yan tried to break free, but his body seemed to be gripped by an invisible powerful hand, choking him and making it difficult to breathe.
"I don't want to say too much; you just need to know that your life and death are at my whim."
"I... didn't offend you, did I?" Gang Yan struggled to say.
"Then how about you owe me a hand?" Xu Zimei countered.
"I never asked you to help me," Gang Yan replied.
"The gift I give you, you must accept," Xu Zimei said calmly.
