"What do you think you can use to negotiate with me now?" Zheng Congyuan spoke slowly, his words sharp like a sword, piercing the chest of the young man, whose complexion turned from pale to convulsive as he struggled frantically.
Yet when he struggled to break free, the two men holding him were about to step forward, but Zheng Congyuan stopped them. The Wen Family Army in the arena was already few, and Old Master Wen Kang, Wen Qun, and Wen Sheng, also pale-faced, staggered.
Wen Sheng quickly stepped forward, pulled Zheng Haoyuan back, and quickly returned to Old Master Wen Kang's side. Old Master Wen Kang was already holding Zheng Haoyuan tightly in his arms, moving indecisively in the eyes of Zheng Congyuan's men.
"Zheng Congyuan, you promised to let us go," Old Master Wen Kang said hoarsely, although even he did not believe in the promise, knowing full well he would never give Zheng Congyuan the chance to escape.
