Chapter 982

“Young man, I...I’m the young master of a third-class aristocratic family! You can’t kill me!” Dylan’s legs turned into jelly in his bone-chilling fright. He wanted to escape but both his legs did not cooperate. Fane flipped his hand and the black sword in his hand was nowhere to be seen. It had disappeared into thin air. “I won’t kill you,” commented the indifferent Fane with a tight smile. Dylan relaxed and smiled when he heard this. “And that’s a wise choice, my brother. It’s always better to have a friend than an enemy, right? From today onward, you are my brother, and we’ll be best friends. You should know that being friends with a third-class aristocratic family’s young master would only benefit you!” Thunk! Just as Dylan finished, Fane lifted his heel and slammed it against Dylan, breaking his balls. “Aaargh!” Dylan immediately knelt in pain. The veins on his forehead popped due to the excruciating pain he was experiencing, and his complexion was extremely pale. “I said t