The most terrifying thing is that Tang Ming has been sitting here the whole time, not even lifting a finger. Even without a Nine-star Martial Master making a move, Tang Ming's subordinates have the power to kill an Eight-star Martial Master. What kind of concept is this?
"Fu Tianyou, what's wrong? Why do you look so pale?"
Tang Ming looked at Fu Tianyou with a smile.
"Tang, Tang Ming, what do you want before you stop?"
Fu Tianyou swallowed, never dreaming that Tang Ming would be so terrifying. He hadn't even made a move, yet the Ming Group had already suffered a major blow.
"I've already said these things have nothing to do with me. I'm right here in your office, you can be my time witness. How can this be blamed on me?"
