Qin Chuan turned his head to look.
The speaker was an unremarkable middle-aged man, only at the cultivation of a three-layer Heavenly God, his face full of disdain.
Qin Chuan didn't bother with words.
An aura of oppression swept over.
"Pfft!"
The man immediately spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, his disdain turning to terror, looking at Qin Chuan with a pale face.
"You... You..."
"Scram."
Qin Chuan said indifferently.
"Yes, yes, yes."
The man nodded and bowed, quickly disappearing from sight.
Seeing this, Qin Chuan felt calm in his heart.
There are people in this world who like to provoke others to find a sense of existence, but as soon as they encounter an existence they can't afford to offend, they immediately back down.
And to deal with such people, you don't need to reason with them, nor pretend to be weak, but directly lay your cards on the table.
I am a strong one, you can't afford to provoke me!
"Should we go over there?"
Qin Chuan asked Qin Zi again.
