Seeing Lan Tianche already collapsed on the ground, Long Yan's lips curled into a cold smile. This undoubtedly caused even more psychological shock to Lan Tianche, who was already terrified of Long Yan. Yellow liquid had begun to seep from Lan Tianche's crotch.
This was an unspeakable blow to the crowd. The once arrogant and domineering Lan Tianche had been scared into wetting his pants by Long Yan, which was undoubtedly a terrifying blow to the morale of the opposing side.
"Spare me, Long Yan, spare me! I can give you money, a lot of money. I promise I won't cause any more trouble for you in the future."
Lan Tianche's pupils were filled with fear. In this moment, concepts like family pride and dignity were cast aside. His previously arrogant words had devolved into humiliating pleas for mercy. It was clear that this young master of the Lan Family would never again be able to hold his head high before his subordinates.
