"Believe it or not, Young Master Ye just saw that you were unhappy, so he sent someone to drive a Jetta and drive you to death!"

"Let you die without a place to bury you!"

"have you understood?"

Zhao Banjue's words sounded calm, but there was an indifferent smile on his face, which was indescribably cold and bitter.

This smile also made Zheng Xiaoxuan and the others shudder inexplicably.

After accusing Sang and scolding Huai of teaching his subordinates, Zhao Banjue's eyes fell on Ye Hao again, and he said with a smile: "Young Master Ye, let's get down to business."

"I'm not here today to give you an explanation."

"It's about asking you to give me an explanation."

"First, although I have had people slap you in the face again and again, you have to admit that no one was killed."

"Now you killed one of my subordinates, I have a headache."

"You have to do me justice, right?"

"Second, you don't give me face again and again, you hit me in the face again and again, have you ever thought that I will be very angry?"

"Once this son gets angry, the consequences will be very serious."

"Although I know that Long Tianao has suffered a lot from you, Jin Junjie has been humiliated by you, and Fan Abu has no place to die with you."

"However, this does not mean that you, a foreigner, can show off your might in Wucheng!"

"Some people infer that your strength is terrifying, maybe you are a generation of God of War"

Speaking of this, Zhao Banjue wrote in a low voice, lightly.

"But, don't forget, this is Wucheng."

"The word "God of War" may be able to be pushed horizontally in other places, but it really can't threaten us in Wucheng."

"For example, the mere next generation is also a generation of God of War"

"So, even if you are the God of War, you can't hurt me!" Hearing Zhao Banjue's confident words, Ye Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, and had to re-examine the Northwest Prince Zhao.

He was more or less surprised.

This kind of young and old son who eats, drinks, prostitutes and gambles is actually a generation of war god?

Another drug addict?

"I know what you think."

Zhao Banjue seemed to have seen through Ye Hao's thoughts. At this moment, he stretched out his hand and patted Ye Hao's shoulder, and said with a half-smile, "It's just as you thought."

"That's right, I got it out of drugs."

"But this is also normal. For us elders and younger ones, the resources in each family are so much that they are about to mold."

"How can people like us practice so hard?"

"Of course it is to find a few tons of pills and get more resources. If others use one, we will use a hundred. Just like this, we will turn ourselves into a generation of war gods." JrNovels.com