The atmosphere instantly became solidified.

Zhang Qinghu put one hand on his lower back.

None of these people here are good people.

But they were all frightened by Wang Han.

Wang Han laughed and said, "Zhang Qinghu, right? I'm here to see Xiao Xiangzhu. I'll give you two ways, either get out or die. I can promise you that I can kill you at least three times before you draw your gun."

, it’s your choice.”

Zhang Qinghu clasped his fingers tightly on the gun on his back and looked at Zhong Hui.

"Xiao Xiangzhu, is this your friend?"

Zhong Hui looked away from the black card.

His expression was cloudy and uncertain.

"People from Shilaohui don't know their friends' surnames."

"Wang Han."

After Zhong Hui heard the name, he thought for a few seconds, then his eyes flashed and he smiled at Wang Han.

"It turns out that the Ninth Young Master has come to visit us, but we are not here to welcome you. Everyone, today's business ends here." Zhong Hui gave his men a look, and they immediately started to pack their things.

Those buyers didn't know why.

When Zhang Qinghu heard this, his eyebrows were raised, "Xiao Xiangzhu, what does this mean? What the hell, Lord Ninth, I have never heard of it in Jiangning City, this is my territory, I have the final say!

"

Just finished speaking.

Zhang Qinghu had already drawn his gun.

But before the gun could be raised, Wang Han grabbed a bronze stove with two ears and an animal face on the coffee table and smashed it on Zhang Qinghu's wrist. The gun was immediately smashed away. Wang Han didn't stop at all, grabbing the bronze stove and giving it to Zhang Qinghu.

Opened the gourd.

Three strikes, five strikes and two strikes turned Zhang Qinghu into a bloody gourd.
Chapter completed!