“Tang Hong, are you surprised to see me?” The corner of Sun Jinqiang’s lips rose in a condescending spiteful sneer, “Well, do you have anything to say? I’ll give you enough time. How about getting on your knees and beg? Or call me Granddaddy?”

Sun Jinqiang’s companions snickered, looking at Huang Xiaolong akin to hunters looking at prey.

“Punk, you might still have a chance if you kneel down now, otherwise it’ll be too late even if you want to kneel and beg later.” One of them ‘advised.’

Huang Xiaolong was unperturbed looking at Sun Jinqiang’s group. If he was honest, he was a bit disappointed that Liu Qingyang didn't come. In front of him were just a few small early and mid-Seventh Order Heavenly God Realm shrimps.

“Liu Qingyang didn’t come?” Huang Xiaolong asked, a little hopeful.

Sun Jinqiang was taken aback.

“You bastard, do you want to die that badly? How dare you call...