In an instant, Wei Qilin chopped off Jin Hui's five fingers.
Blood instantly covered the entire table, and this gruesome scene frightened the small models in the private room.
Even the subordinates couldn't help but feel a chill, their hearts pounding in fear.
Jin Hui clenched his teeth tightly, not daring to make a sound. His face turned pale, and cold sweat streamed down his face.
Wei Qilin casually threw the dagger on the ground and calmly looked at Jin Hui.
"Does it hurt?"
Jin Hui gritted his teeth, his voice trembling. "No, it doesn't hurt."
Wei Qilin smiled softly. "This is to remind you that no matter the reason, you must complete the tasks I assign to you."
"Otherwise, the next thing you lose might be your life."
Jin Hui immediately knelt down and bowed, apologizing, "Thank you, Millie, for sparing my life. I will fulfill my duties and never disappoint you."
Wei Qilin waved his hand, and his eyes narrowed.
"But the person you mentioned seems to have some skills. He managed to gain support from Li Hongtu and Jang Tiansheng. Even the Xiao family, who are mere freeloaders, dare to make a move against the Martial Arts Alliance."
A fierce killing intent surged through him, making people feel as if they were in an icy cave.
"These traitors have completely forgotten who elevated them to their current status. They have turned around and bitten their master. It's truly disrespectful."
"Jin Gang, I'll leave this matter to you. Send these traitors who dare to offend my father and the Martial Arts Alliance to hell!" Wei Qilin's eyes flickered with a sinister light.
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