"Young Master... I... I am innocent, everything was instructed by Miss Zhong Li! Young Master..."
Nangong Yaoling suddenly stood up, stepped forward, and fiercely stomped his black leather shoe on the man's chest.
The man's face turned ashen instantly, looking at Nangong Yaoling with terror.
"Will you handle it yourself, or should I assist you?" Nangong Yaoling stomped on his face, and the man's mouth immediately spurted blood.
"Young Master... please spare me... Young Master..." The man stared wide-eyed in horror and pleaded desperately: "It was Nangong Zhongli... it was her... it was her..."
Nangong Yaoling took a deep breath and looked at the man.
"If you owned up to everything today, I might have spared your worthless life. But now... you aren't even fit to be a loyal dog!"
After speaking, Nangong Yaoling withdrew his leg.
With disgust, he seemed unwilling to look at the man any further, and turned around.
"Dispose of him." A cold voice, as if it came from hell, said.
