C135 Is Your Hand Made of Iron?

"Oh?" Jiang Yuan let out a small smile, a trace of frostiness flickering in his eyes.

"You! Kid? Do you realize you're on Wang Family turf!? You're asking for it!"

The guard, provoked by Jiang Yuan's demeanor, unsheathed his sword and aimed it at him.

"You wouldn't want to know the fate of the last man who pointed a sword at me! But, I'll give you a taste!"

With those words