The power of the Martial Association was so great that you could grab anyone off the street and they could tell you a thing or two about it. The significance of its name had surged even higher, especially after the Association President broke through to become the thirteenth-rank Thousand-Faced Yama and acquired the title 'prince.'
But this guy... he actually laid hands on someone from the Martial Association?
GULP.
After a hard swallow, Zheng Jun's roiling thoughts settled slightly. He said coldly, "Stop trying to scare me. Do you really think you can kill someone from the Martial Association?"
"How about I get rid of one for you to see?" Chen Yang once again picked up a teacup and gestured toward Zheng Yuanshan, who could only make whimpering noises.
Zheng Jun was left speechless.
"Whimper... whimper..."
So frightened his soul nearly left his body, his eyes wide with terror, Zheng Yuanshan frantically gestured for Zheng Jun to stop talking.
