The group of people brought by Yun Zhonglong all looked at Lin Fan with amusement.
In their eyes, there was a gleeful expression!
Yuan Feng stood there, his resentful gaze turned to smugness, looking at Lin Fan, he mockingly said: "Lin Fan, did you hear that? Young Master Yun is giving you a choice, hmm, to kneel, or to die?"
"Three!"
At this moment, Yun Zhonglong spoke, the corners of his mouth carrying a faint mocking smile.
"Zhonglong, stop it, let it go..." Yuan Wanxuan began to persuade him, her finely arched brows knit tightly under her veil.
In her heart, she weighed, if Lin Fan didn't kneel, should she intervene and save Lin Fan?
"Two!"
Yun Zhonglong continued counting down.
Lin Fan remained indifferent.
"One!"
As the last number was uttered, Yun Zhonglong lightly smiled and said: "Alright, three breaths have passed, tell me, do you choose to kneel, or choose to die?"
