"Qin Yu!"
Ye Haolong's voice was filled with endless hatred and fury. His eyes were wide with anger, and the imposing manner of the southern overlord was unmistakable.
Some ordinary people subconsciously took a step back.
Anyone with a brain knew that Ye Haolong was about to explode.
Although not exactly a bloodbath, Qin Yu, this greenhorn, was definitely in for it today.
In the eyes of the major families, sometimes face is more important than life itself.
Inside the car.
Murong Qingcheng bit her lip as she pulled on Pei Luoyan, "Sister Yan, that old man seems really powerful, Mr. Qin might be in danger!"
"If there really is danger, then we'll take care of it together. Three cobblers with their wits combined, surpass Zhuge Liang in wisdom. This whole affair was clearly started by Ye Ziling bullying us first!"
After Pei Luoyan finished speaking, she drew her ever-present ox-ear sharp knife.