No Face at All

"Lee Yan, as the main clan of Yanqing City, can you afford to shoulder the burden of the two words" everyone "when attacking my insignificant Zhao Family?"

When Lee Yan heard this, he slowly took out an embroidered handkerchief. On the cloth, there were a few peach blossoms.

He covered his hands with the handkerchief and kept wiping left and right of the handkerchief, as if he felt that the people who killed the Zhao Family had all dirtied his hands.

"Lee Yan, my family's Ning'er, is it because of your Lee Family?"

Lee Yan slowly squatted down. At this time, the people from Zhao Family had already been surrounded by the people from Lee Family, and like a turtle in a jar, they could only let Lee Yan kill them.

"You old bastard, do you think the people from my Lee Family are so easy to provoke?"