Jin Minchong looked at Ding Fan with disbelief on his face. It hadn't been long since Jin Minchong had severely wounded Ding Fan, and hardly any time had passed since then.
What perplexed Jin Minchong even more was that up to now, Ding Fan hadn't even used a weapon. Jin Minchong, wielding a sword and launching all-out attacks, had still been knocked over by a direct kick from Ding Fan.
Being utterly defeated barehanded, Jin Minchong truly couldn't imagine how he had managed to defeat Ding Fan not long ago.
At this moment, Jin Minchong struggled to rise from the ground, but despite several attempts, he failed to get up. After all, Ding Fan's kick had been excessively fierce.
"Why did Bian Zhimu want to control the Sankou Group?" Ding Fan spoke indifferently, standing in front of Jin Minchong without wasting words.
"Bian Zhimu's ambition is great," Jin Minchong replied without hesitation. "He wants to fulfill his ambition by controlling the Sankou Group..."