"Kid, I admit you've got guts! But it doesn't change a thing, you're no match for this Eastern Warrior!"
Hong Yilong had seen the combat power of a Middle Ninja. The two bodyguards brought by Yan Mingyu were completely powerless in front of him.
Qin Yu might be a bit more formidable, but clearly, he had been injured, right?
"You're kissing this little foreign devil's feet so much, is he your dear daddy?"
Qin Yu retorted indifferently.
"You... Mr. Middle Ninja, kill him for me, and I'll give you ten million!"
Hong Yilong's face turned from green to white with rage, his mentality nearly breaking down from Qin Yu's provocation.
"Said and done!"
The Middle Ninja nodded, licking the shining katana with a cruel smile on his face, "Let me chop you into mincemeat, one slice at a time!"
"Mr. Yan, go and rest a while over there!"
Qin Yu supported Yan Mingyu, walking toward a sofa to the side.
"Be careful yourself!"