Fu Jiayu was still roaring, expressing his long-held discontent, wishing to drink Ran Hong's blood and pull his tendons directly.

I'm young and not a city person. I'm an outsider. I don't know the old things. After all, I've been here for nearly twenty years. I wasn't even born at that time.

But from Fu Jiayu's hatred and anger at this time, it was absolutely not easy for Ran Hong to get up. What makes me more curious is that it is Fu Jiayu's grandfather, Fu Yuanfeng, who brought Ranhong to Tao. What happened inside?

Fu Jiayu doesn't seem to want to say that, nor do I ask, but I...