After the words fell, Ye Hao threw out another slap.

The bushido spirit of the island country is just a joke in the face of absolute power suppression.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, under the stunned gaze of countless people, Ye Hao slapped him one after another, making Beichuan's overbearing nose bruised and his face swollen, and everyone in a trance.

"boom--"

With a final slap, Bei Chuan's domineering body flew out and hit the wall.

His figure slid down slowly, struggled on the ground for a while, and finally managed to stand up again.

Bei Chuan glared at Ye Hao domineeringly, gritted his teeth and said, "The one whose surname is Ye"

Ye Hao looked indifferent, took a step forward, raised his hand,

Before the slap fell, Bei Chuan directly knelt down in front of Ye Hao with a domineering "plop".

The unique trick of the island country is the tiger descending the mountain style.

Beichuan's domineering figure was kneeling straight, with a humble smile on his bruised nose and swollen face.

He was really scared.

"Young Master Ye, please give me a chance."

Beichuan overbearingly begged for mercy with a complicated face.

Compared with the arrogant and domineering attitude just now, Beichuan's domineering attitude at this moment is simply extremely humble.

Those island women who had already knelt on the ground covered their mouths tightly to prevent themselves from screaming.

Although they already knew that the person in front of them was at the level of God of War.

But when they saw their pride and their big backer Beichuan overbearing had to kneel down, the last line of defense in their hearts completely collapsed.

"Give me a chance?"

Ye Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Okay, for the sake of your admirable Bushido spirit, I'll give you a chance."

"One person cut off one hand, and then get out."

"Of course, those who disagree can resist, but at that time, there will be only two."

Ye Hao looked indifferent, but what he said made all the unruly island country men and women pale and tremble.

"I'll give you a minute."

After Ye Hao finished speaking, Cui Yingxia had already stepped forward, looking at the watch and counting down: "Sixty, fifty-nine"

Hearing Ye Hao's words, Bei Chuan, who was kneeling on the ground, shivered domineeringly.

He can kneel down and even crawl out like a dog.

But he absolutely didn't want to lose his hands.

After all, this is the root of his superiority. JrNovels.com