"Evil creature, if I hadn't taken —"
Before Qiao Yi could finish his sentence, Han Xiao, who was standing to one side, suddenly walked past Tang Lang and stood in front of Qiao Yi.
"Hello," Han Xiao said with a sly smile.
Qiao Yi was slightly taken aback when he saw the unfamiliar man in front of him. He knew of Han Xiao, but he had never seen him before, so he didn't recognize him.
Before Qiao Yi could speak, the shadow of a palm suddenly flashed in front of him.
Before the palm arrived, the wind from the palm arrived first, like a violent storm, causing Qiao Yi to turn pale.
Qiao Yi didn't see when the man in front of him made his move, nor did he know what had happened.
In an instant, the sound of a skull cracking could be heard.
Blood flowed from Qiao Yi's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
"Well … I greeted you, but you ignored me … I hate rude people the most, apologize," Han Xiao said.
"I'm sorry, I hit you too hard …" Han Xiao stared at Qiao Yi's body, his face full of innocence.
Qiao Yi's body fell to the ground like a pile of mud.
Even in death, Qiao Yi didn't know why.
Was it because … he was rude … and didn't respond to this evil man in time?
At this moment, Tang Lang, who had been acting like a madman, was completely stunned on the spot.
"My … my, Grandpa, my!!!"
Tang Lang gestured excitedly. Qiao Yi should have died by his hand, that was logical …
He had been brewing his emotions for so long … and just as he was about to fight Qiao Yi, Han Xiao had killed Qiao Yi with one blow, making him feel like he had been f * cked by a dog.
But the moment Qiao Yi died by Han Xiao's hand, he subconsciously felt relieved and relieved.
If Han Xiao hadn't intervened, he and Tang Ye would have had to fight.
Tang Ye and Feng Xiaoxiao were also stunned, they didn't expect Han Xiao to suddenly make a move.
Qiao Yi … died just like that …
Tang Ye's gaze trembled slightly, he clenched his fists tightly, but in the end, he couldn't say a word …
Perhaps … this was already the best ending …
"Shouting, it's rude." Han Xiao looked at Tang Lang.
"Uh …" Tang Lang thought of Qiao Yi's fate and immediately choked, not daring to complain.
"Han Xiao, you're too arrogant!" Byron's expression turned cold when he saw that Han Xiao was arrogant enough to kill his men in front of him.
Humph, it was just Qiao Yi. If he died, so be it.
After Byron finished speaking, the corners of his mouth curled into a sinister smile. "Han Xiao, you should know this person, right?"
A black-robed old man holding a dragon-headed cane walked out from the crowd at a steady pace.
"Han Wuying?" Han Xiao stared at the black-robed old man with a slight frown.
Han Wuying, the Patriarch of the Han Clan.
"Han Xiao, for the sake of a woman, you've betrayed the clan and betrayed your master. Today, this old man shall clean up the clan." Han Wuying's hoarse voice was filled with coldness.
"Because of a woman, he betrayed his master and killed his ancestors …"
Tang Lang and Ning Xi were slightly surprised.
They thought the Almighty didn't like women …
"Well, I was wondering why this kid from the Rothschild Family was so calm when he saw me. It turns out that you're here to back him up." Han Xiao laughed in a low voice. "Han Wuying, I advise you not to overestimate yourself. You should know that in this world, only Qin Wentian has the qualifications to fight against me."
This wasn't arrogance, it was the truth. Even if the Patriarch of the Han Clan was here, he wouldn't be a match for Han Wuying.
Han Wuying's expression sank, but he didn't refute. It was a pity that Qin Wentian was nowhere to be found. If not, if he joined forces with Han Wuying, he would definitely be able to take down this vile spawn.
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