An Dongyang wasn’t the least bit afraid of Lu Yuanbin reporting him.
His father was An Mingjiang. Even if Lu Yuanbin went and said something, no one would pay him any mind.
Besides, words are no proof. Lu Yuanbin had no evidence, and making an accusation without evidence was just a waste of breath.
"You all just wait here! Someone will be here for you soon."
An Dongyang glanced provocatively at Leng Yuan and the others. His arrogant attitude finally set Lu Yuanbin off.
He charged forward, ready to give An Dongyang a beating.
He was going to prison anyway. He had to vent his anger before they took him in.
An Dongyang jumped in fright and scrambled backward.
But he was already nursing old injuries and had only been putting on a brave face in front of Leng Yuan. Now, startled by Lu Yuanbin, he stumbled backward, tripped over his own feet, and fell to the ground in a pathetic heap.
"ARGH!"
He landed hard on his rear, and just his luck, there was a sharp rock right underneath him. An Dongyang immediately let out a cry of agony.
Startled, Old Nine rushed forward to help An Dongyang up.
An Dongyang had fallen hard. The pain in his tailbone shot straight to the depths of his soul, and his entire face contorted.
Seeing An Dongyang in such a miserable state, Lu Yuanbin started laughing.
"Serves you right! That’s instant karma."
’That’s what he gets for being so malicious! Even the heavens couldn’t stand to watch anymore.’
An Dongyang’s face was twisted in pain, his body trembling with rage as he glared at Lu Yuanbin.
"You just wait. If you’ve got the guts, you’ll stay right here."
After saying his piece, he ignored the pain wracking his body and called to Old Nine.

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