The origin of all this turmoil is because of the person in front of me.
Intense hatred made Ouyang Qingdong's eyes red, his face twisted, vicious and gloomy.
He moved extremely quickly, wielding a black metal iron rod, seething with murderous intent.
"Hmph, dare to cause trouble on my turf, today you'll leave with no return."
Cheng Xiaoxiao stepped forward with a stern little face.
"Xiaoxiao, be careful."
Cheng Hao knew Xiaoxiao had many strange tools, her skills weren't low, yet he couldn't help but worry. His sister was still so young, it's his fault as the older brother for being useless.
Since the siege began, Ouyang Qingdong hadn't made a move. Judging by his formidable demeanor and scornful gaze, he was absolutely no kind-hearted person.
