"Hehe, it is uncertain who will die. You, a mere insignificant figure, dare to challenge the Martial Arts Alliance. You are overestimating yourself," Jin Hui sneered disdainfully, feeling exhilarated. "I'll give you a way out. Bring all your assets and your woman to the International Hotel immediately, kneel down, and beg for mercy from Millie. Then, send your woman away to let him have some fun. Maybe he'll spare your life."
Chu Feng's eyes flickered, and he coldly uttered a sentence:
"Tell Wei Qilin to prepare himself and wait for me to end his life."
After ending the call, Chu Feng got up and left directly.
Those fools from the Martial Arts Alliance were truly seeking death!
Since that's the case, he didn't mind dealing with them before going into battle, letting them meet their demise!
Meanwhile, in the most luxurious and spacious room of the International Hotel,
Jin Hui brought Li Hongtu and the others, covered in blood and barely clinging to life, into the room and respectfully bowed.
"Millie, the people have been brought here."
"Come in."
A soft and sinister voice came from the room. Different from usual, Wei Qilin's voice carried a sense of authority today.
Li Hongtu struggled to open half of his eyelids. Under the blur of blood, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the silhouette of a young figure, and his pupils instantly contracted, taking in a sharp breath.
This young man has such a powerful aura!
Not far away, Wei Qilin was draped in a fiery red python-printed robe. The robe was intricately patterned and embroidered with a majestic qilin soaring through the clouds.
With boots on his feet and a sword at his waist, he appeared imposing and extraordinary!
On his chest, he wore a diamond-crafted, valuable Martial Arts Alliance medal, representing his influential status. 'Above one person, below ten thousand!'
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