"No way!"
Dou Pengju declared without any hesitation.
"Kill him!"
Dou Yulang was furious, feeling that he was being disregarded to an unprecedented extent.
In Qingyun City, everyone had to obey him humbly. This was the first time someone treated him so dismissively.
"Aren't you afraid of death?" The middle-aged man spoke coldly.
"Of course I fear death, but I fear more the guilt of failing my friends!"
"Good! Quite gutsy. I'll give you a quick end!"
The middle-aged man struck out in an instant, too fast for anyone to see clearly.
He was a Level Six expert in the Snake Dragon realm, powerful enough to crush everyone present.
Just as he was about to strike Dou Pengju's throat, a cold glow flashed, and the middle-aged man froze, as if he had been paralyzed, standing still.
"Would you get a move on! Quit that ridiculous pose!"
Dou Yulang barked, his face revealing his dissatisfaction with this hit-man-cum-bodyguard that his father had specially asked to assist him.