Chapter 928

1317, This... is Brother Yang at the end of his rope? (Seeking full subscription)

Looking at these signs, Fang Yang was panicking inside. In such a wilderness, he was afraid that no one would know even if he were slaughtered—of course, that was assuming there was no live broadcast.

"The environment isn't great. I thought it would be some... um, cleaner and more magnificent place."

(This... is Brother Yang at the end of his rope?)

(Probably, but isn't Brother Yang a bit too leisurely?)

(Whatever, anyway, this kid Brother Yang is full of tricks, I'm afraid it won't be that easy for him to die.)

(Hehe, I think so too, this kid is indeed cunning.)

Fang Yang was speechless. Was his reputation really that bad now?

"Hehe, I didn't expect Mr. Fang to have such refined interests, when clearly, you can't even save your own life."

Brother X-Scar chuckled. He thought Fang Yang would be scared out of his wits, but he didn't expect the other party to be quite calm.

"Then, let's go."

Fang Yang pulled Mo Yan and walked forward first.

Looking at this calm attitude, those who didn't know would think Fang Yang had come here voluntarily to meet someone.

"..."

Brother X-Scar frowned and didn't say anything more.

Looking at the obvious traces of a hasty cleanup inside, Fang Yang couldn't help but frown. The smell of the warehouse being unoccupied for a long time could be faintly smelled, which was very uncomfortable.

But precisely because the environment here was bad, it was to be feared that the other party's boss or some such character wouldn't appear.

"Oh? There are seats? That's thoughtful."

Fang Yang smiled slightly, expressing his appreciation for their thoughtfulness, and then sat down with Mo Yan without any hesitation.

"You..."

The passersby standing in the warehouse looked at Fang Yang sitting down on his own, and were simply furious.

Is this a place you can sit?

This is for our...

Ignoring the passersby's opinions, Fang Yang seemed to be immersed in his own world, playing and laughing with Mo Yan.

Not long after, Brother X-Scar walked in, followed by a young man with gold-rimmed glasses.

He looked to have a much higher status than Brother X-Scar.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Fang Yang?"

The man in glasses stood in front of Fang Yang and examined him carefully.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Fang Yang?"

The man in glasses saw that Fang Yang hadn't paid any attention to him, frowned slightly, and asked again.

And Brother X-Scar behind him was constantly snickering; it looked like the two of them didn't have a very good relationship.

(Wow, Brother Yang is so wild, he didn't even respond after being asked twice.)

(Who is this? He looks like he has a high status, of course, limited to these guys.)

"Are you, aren't you being a bit too arrogant?"

Finally, seeing Fang Yang still ignoring him, the man in glasses adjusted his glasses and spoke seriously.

"Fang Yang!"

The man in glasses suddenly shouted, unable to hold back his anger anymore, and vented it directly at Fang Yang.

Fang Yang was fine, but Mo Yan, being shouted at by the man in glasses, shrank back into Fang Yang's arms again.

She looked even more frightened than before.

"Get lost."

Fang Yang frowned, met the man in glasses' gaze directly, and without any other words, told him to get lost.

"You, what did you say?"

The man in glasses had a high status, and rarely did anyone ignore him, let alone tell him to get lost directly.

(Yo yo yo, a warrior, even though his life is in someone else's hands, Brother Yang still dares to be arrogant?)

(Who knows? What if Brother Yang has some way to turn the tables?)

"Heh, don't you understand human language? I said, get lost! Don't be an eyesore to me anymore!"

It seemed the other party hadn't heard clearly, so Fang Yang repeated it again, very generously.

1318, The person behind the scenes? You must have practiced a lot in private! (Seeking full subscription)

"Heh, very good."

The man in glasses clenched his fists. His originally refined appearance became incredibly distorted under his anger.

"Alright, alright, don't be afraid."

Fang Yang smiled at Mo Yan in his arms. Children, after all, will be afraid; there's really no help for it.

Accidentally glancing at the fans' comments, Fang Yang had cold sweat constantly.

He didn't want to be like this either, but the situation now was different from the usual. If it were an ordinary person, it would be fine, but his current identity wasn't simple.

If there was even the slightest bit of fear or dread, it would only become a laughingstock for these people. Even worse, they would constantly take pleasure in torturing them.

And just from these two actions, Fang Yang had also tested out quite a few things.

Just the fact that they didn't have their boss's order meant they at least couldn't hurt him.

Otherwise, with him being isolated and helpless, he would have been pinned to the ground and rubbed by a bunch of people long ago.

It wouldn't be Fang Yang's turn to be presumptuous and arrogant.

"Alright, where is the person behind the scenes? Let him come out. Dragging it out like this is meaningless."

Fang Yang didn't even lift his head and ordered the man in glasses like that.

"What? How could you..."

Before the man in glasses finished speaking, his voice suddenly stopped, and he stood there stunned, followed by constant nodding and agreeing sounds.

"Yes, yes, I understand, okay."

After speaking, Fang Yang only felt that he had been glared at fiercely, and then the man in glasses left.

Fang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the other party's departing back, he only felt that his life was great. If the other party had been furious, it would be inevitable that he would have been beaten and kicked.

But even though his words had reached that level, the other party still didn't explode. Either the other party had great self-control, or they remembered the boss's order at the critical moment.

Because of his fear of his own boss, the man in glasses forcibly held back the urge to beat him up.

I don't know how long it had been, but Fang Yang's gaze finally moved away from Mo Yan and looked toward the warehouse entrance.

He had just heard the sound of a car.

Not long after, footsteps sounded, and they seemed very hurried and sharp?

"A woman?"

Fang Yang muttered to himself. Listening to the sound, it sounded like a woman wearing high heels. However, was it her who sent people to catch him?

(Okay, Brother Yang can even hear that?)

(Exactly, you must have practiced a lot in private, right?)

Before the words fell, the owner of the footsteps appeared in Fang Yang's field of vision.

Red wavy hair, and a red overcoat.

The person coming was wearing sunglasses, so Fang Yang didn't know what she looked like.

However, looking at the facial features other than her eyes, one could faintly see that this woman was quite good-looking.

"Fang Yang."

The other party came to him and looked down at Fang Yang. Those who didn't know would think there was some deep hatred.

"Yes, I am. Was it you who had them catch me and bring me here?"

Fang Yang raised his eyebrows. In his memory, he shouldn't have provoked this character.

No, or rather, Fang Yang rarely came into contact with powerful people, let alone befriending or offending them. This was simply out of the question.

"Hmph, less nonsense. To tell you the truth, I caught you because I want you to suffer."

Listening to the other party having no intention of explaining at all, Fang Yang widened his eyes. Wait, you can't just act without a reason, right?

At the very least, you should let me die knowing why, right?

"Then..."

"Alright, you guys do it."

Without giving Fang Yang a chance to speak, the other party directly ordered them to give Fang Yang a good beating.