The War of Death

"Yes, sir."

The two Black Market masters sneered and waved their war knifes towards Chang Qiqi.

"Wait a minute!"

Si Xingkong clenched his teeth and shouted, "Zhang Tiangui, I agree... I agree... OK?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhang Tiangui burst out a great laughter. "As expected, you are righteous and affectionate. I have to say, I admire you! Kneel down and give me a kotow."

Zhang Tiangui moved his feet and stood upright. Expectations were rising in his mind.

A few months ago, Si Xingkong had been the eldest brother at the School of the Martial Market, full of high spirits. But now he was being defeated by Zhang Tiangui.

Only a few months had passed. Now Si Xingkong was lying on the ground like a dog, his life in the hands of Zhang Tiangui.

For Zhang Tiangui, the satisfied feeling of power was so wonderful.

Si Xingkong dragged his badly injured body and climbed up from the ground glaring at Zhang Tiangui.