บท 799: Seven hundred ninety-four, it turns out to be a rebel.

Old Yuan's face was an iron blue at this moment.

He stood there, his expression unspeakably ugly.

"I never expected to run into you here...

I don't even know what the point is of you being alive in your current state," said the one mocking Old Yuan at this moment.

It was as if he would never stop talking, continuing his taunts unabated.

Listening to his increasingly vehement curses,

Old Yuan also instantly became furious.

"A nickname is just that, a nickname. If it weren't for your dad helping you out there, a waste like you would have rolled back to selling stones long ago."

He pointed directly at the guy's nose and cursed like that.

While cursing, he completely disregarded the presence of the guy in front of him.

And after he said those words, he looked as though he was ready to go straight to blows.

But that was something he simply couldn't do because, in the instant he finished speaking, he saw several bodyguards suddenly appear by the other person's side.