In the Flowing Cloud Sect's dungeon, Qin Aotian, exuding an imposing aura, stood outside the cell with his two sons.
At this moment, the three of them seemed even more formidable than before, and just standing there made people feel a terrifying sense of oppression.
Qin Aotian held a mobile phone, dialing while looking grimly at Chen Cang in the cell:
"Kid, it seems Tang Ming is not answering the phone. Looks like he doesn't care whether you live or die!"
"Dad, don't waste words with him. Let's just kill him."
Qin Haitao impatiently suggested.
"No, no, no, you haven't reached him yet, and it's not like my brother Ming hung up on you. This means you haven't contacted him. If you kill me just like that, you'll get nothing."
Disheveled and covered in dirt, Chen Cang quickly shook his head, now hoping Tang Ming could come and save him. If he got killed like this, it would be a huge letdown.
