"Yes!"
King Chu Jiang waved his hand, and a group of people rushed forward.
The bodyguards that Jiang Yurong brought were useless.
They were pinned to the ground in just a few moves.
"Whoever dares to get up, break their legs."
Xiao Chen said coldly: "Remember one thing, some people are forever beyond your reach. A tiger, even when it falls on flat land, is still a tiger.
It's not something a dog can bully."
"Damn it, Xiao Chen, are you courting death? We are people above other people! We belong to the Ancient Clan, and you dare make us kneel? You're finished!"
Jiang Cheng shouted.
"Slap!"
As soon as Jiang Cheng finished speaking, he was slapped across the face.
"Keep talking nonsense, and continue the slapping!"
Xiao Chen sneered: "Do you really think that because you've become people of the Beiqi Ancient Clan, I don't dare to beat you? A bunch of clowns, everything you've obtained, I can easily take away!"
