1297: C1297 Metacentric

C1297 Metacentric

"The Yuan Family of Dari does not like to recklessly kill?"

"Hur hur."

"What a great 'don't like to kill recklessly'."

"In the next half month."

"Your Yuan Family of Dari is in the Jinhai."

"If a clan was annihilated, they wouldn't have 500, but they would at least have 200 to 300, right?"

"The lives on your hands."

"There should be at least tens of thousands, right?"

Qin Tian said mockingly to Yuan Miesheng.

The entire Jinhai is around fifty to sixty million people.

Although most of them were ordinary people …

But the hidden clan had at least a million people.

In this period of time from the Yuan Family of Dari …

Kill anyone who disobeys them.

Men, women, the old, and the young had all been married off by a beautiful lady from a noble family.

The others had all become ghosts under the blades of their Jinhai.

Now Yuan Miesheng said this to Qin Tian.

Qin Tian completely laughed.

Qin Tian said half of his sarcastic words.

The faces of those who wore Yuan Family of Dari were all filled with frost.

Being mocked and humiliated by Qin Tian.

Not a single bit of his face remained.

"Kid."

"You're courting death!"

Yuan Miesheng was furious.

The aura around his body was slightly released.

The chair behind him shattered into pieces.

"Little old man."

"Stop pretending."

"Can your Yuan Family of Dari be more satisfying?"

"He dares to do it, but doesn't dare to admit it."

"Can you not be so hypocritical?"

"You have to build a memorial archway after you become a prop."

"I'm afraid that it will only be your Yuan Family of Dari."

Qin Tian said mockingly.

Qin Tian mocked.

Everyone in the entire Yuan Family of Dari was unable to endure it any longer.

The rage and killing intent hung on everyone's face.

And Su Shu, who came with the management team.

That was even more urgent.

In Su Shu's eyes, Qin Tian, that idiot, was courting death.

I'm tired of living.

"Kid."

"Do you really think that the identity of your pawnshop can protect you?"

"I don't want to lower myself to your level."

"It's just because of the pawnshop behind you."

"I didn't expect you to be so ignorant."

"Since you don't know how to appreciate favors, you're courting death."

"Then I'll just help you."

"Summon them."

Yuan Miesheng said coldly to Qin Tian.

"Old Patriarch, don't worry."

"Leave the little bastard to me."

"He dares to insult our Yuan Family of Dari."

"I want him to die a horrible death."

Yuan Zhao Di said with cold eyes.

He stepped out and stood in the sky, looking down on Qin Tian.

"Qin Tian."

"Tian."

Bai Tine, Old Master Soong, and Old Man Yang Family all called out to Qin Tian worriedly.

"Who dares to protect this kid."1

"All of you must die."

He saw that there were still a lot of people around Qin Tian.

Yuan Zhao shouted in anger.

"Don't worry, everyone."

"I'll go play with him."

Qin Tian said to the few seniors.

Following that, he too rose into the air.

Martial Arts Grandmaster's aura was quietly released.

Qin Tian was Martial Arts Grandmaster at such a young age.

This caused many martial artists of the underworld, who didn't know Qin Tian, to be shocked.

Martial Arts Grandmaster, among the ordinary clans in the Jinhai, is considered a top tier fighter.

Usually, it was the existence of the Shaker Tribe.

Martial Arts Grandmaster, a young man like Qin Tian, was quite rare.

Moreover, what was even more shocking was.

Qin Tian was at the Yuan Family of Dari.

Facing Martial Arts Grandmaster, who was at the peak of Yuan Family of Dari, he actually did not have stage fright.

He even dared to fight.

This was even more shocking.

"Kid."

"You actually weren't scared by me to the point of trembling."

"It seems you really do have some ability."

"However, I don't believe it."

"You can kill my third brother and my fourth brother with your own strength!"

"Hmph."

"Show me the magic tools of your pawnshop."

Yuan Zhao Di snorted with disdain.

He felt the same way.

Qin Tian was able to kill Yuan Zhao and Yuan Zhao because of the pawnshop's magical equipment.

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