Ling Chen looked at the middle-aged man in full surprise. In just a brief confrontation, not only did he not gain the upper hand, but he instead suffered a great loss. The martial skills of this middle-aged man were truly unfathomable.
Indeed, worthy of being Qin Wu's martial uncle, truly formidable.
"The experts of the Tiger List, merely so." The middle-aged man said indifferently, his tone laced with a hint of mockery.
Ling Chen let his numb arm droop, his expression solemn, his sharp gaze fixed on the middle-aged man, he asked, "May I ask how to address you?"
"You, are not worthy of knowing my name." The middle-aged man, with his hands behind his back, proudly said, "Do you wish to continue? If you don't want to continue, as long as you apologize to the Qin Family, I can forgive and let you leave."
"No way, this bastard has made my face like this, he cannot be let off easily," Qin Yang, standing nearby, cried unwillingly.
