"Lin Yue, you son of a b*tch. I’m going to kill you!"
Pang Ran’s eyes turned blood red, like a bloodthirsty wolf ready to kill. He leapt towards Lin Yue with only one thing on his mind—to kill Lin Yue and avenge his Imperial Father!
Bang!
Before Pang Ran could even touch Lin Yue’s robes, he was kicked and sent flying by the latter’s bodyguards. His body fell onto the bed, shaped like the number eight. Cold sweat ran down his forehead as he gasped for breath.
For the first time, he regretted his lack of training.
For the first time, he felt remorse for ignoring his Imperial Father’s advice all these years.
Now he was not even capable of taking revenge.
"Hahaha!"
Pang Ran laughed, insanity creeping up his pale face. His blood red eyes glared at Lin Yue, as if carving his features in his mind’s eye to remember his face in his next life.
