An Nanjing’s master!

So, the middle aged man’s identity was obvious.

Yang Ye had quite an embarrassed expression on his face.

Fight?

He was probably no match for the middle aged man. But refuse to fight? That was such a humiliation!

He was in a dilemma!

But it only took an instant for a firm expression to appear on Yang Ye’s face.

Fight!

Outside the cottage.

Yang Ye and the middle aged man stood far apart from each other. There was ...