"Reported!"

The bald man nodded quickly.

"But the other party didn't give face at all, and even said that you should go there within ten minutes and kowtow to admit your mistake!"

"Otherwise, you will not be able to get out of Daxia, and you will stay forever..."

A flash of anger flashed in Fan Asan's eyes. As a noble second caste in Tianzhu, when has he been treated like this?

But he was a character anyway, and soon he took a deep breath, and the expression on his face disappeared without a trace.

He wished he could rush over and trample to death this young man from Daxia who dared to slap him in the face.

But Fan Asan knew that he didn't need to do this by himself.

After all, he is a guest of the Jin family and Bawang Gang today. Compared with his anger, Jin Jiumei is the real embarrassment.

Moreover, the Jin family is currently on the rise, how can they lose face like this casually?

What if the Jin family is turned into a joke?

Therefore, Fan Asan who calmed down smiled, and said lightly: "It's kind of interesting, but things are normal."

"Our Xianfeng Temple has no foundation in Daxia, so it is only natural that people look down on it."

"If it weren't for that, Sharek and his son wouldn't have lost face a few days ago, and now they are still kneeling at the hospital entrance."

"Great Xia capable people come forth in large numbers, Wucheng Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon!"

Fan Asan pretended that he was ready to compromise, but in fact anyone could see that he was full of anger at the moment.

He wanted to use such words to stimulate Jin Jiumei, let Jin Jiumei take action, and directly trampled to death the Daxia who dared to slander the Tianzhu people.

Jin Jiumei glanced at Fan Ah San coldly. How could she not know what Fan Ah San was thinking?

It's just that, as a member of the Jin family, she can remain absolutely calm and composed at all times.

So not only did her face remain unchanged, but even her drinking posture did not change at all.

She drank the red wine in the glass indifferently, and then looked at the bald man not far away calmly, and said lightly: "The Jin family and the Bawang Gang have such a big face, and the background of the Xianfeng Temple is so deep. With such a size added up, even the non-direct nephews of the top five clans and top ten top families would have to stay away from us when they see us!"

"Who the hell dares to challenge us?"

"Is he from the holy land of martial arts, or from some famous family?"

Jin Jiumei's smile was very sweet, but her eyes were cold.

Thinking of Ye Hao's expression, the bald man shivered subconsciously at this moment, and said: "Miss Nine, you are right to remind me, the other party's background is probably very good, maybe he has a certain amount of energy, and he is present in the government and Taoist circles in Wucheng." A certain relationship..."

"background?"

"energy?"

"relation?"

Jin Jiumei's legs were stacked, her eyes contained disdain and coldness: "How deep can the background be?"

"How much energy can it have?" JrNovels.com