"Hahaha!"
Nie Feiyang laughed until tears nearly came out, "You say you killed Second Bro and Fourth Bro?"
"Blowing your own trumpet without a draft, huh! Not to mention Second Bro, just take Fourth Bro, he was a skilled fighter of the Houtian Eighth Layer. Fifty or sixty people couldn't handle him, and you could kill him?"
Nie Bao nodded in agreement.
The guy in front of them looked gentle and frail—as if he couldn't even truss a chicken—how could he possibly have killed Second Bro and Fourth Bro.
The other men in black also burst out laughing. Believing that this kid could kill two figures of the big brother level was simply impossible!
Tang Ying shook his head, his face ashen. He had never believed in Mo Han; after all, the man was just a doctor. How could he defeat people like Nie Feiyang?
It was over, today was utterly over. His own death was a minor thing, but if his adoptive father ran into trouble, the skies of Jiangling City would change...