As he finished speaking, Xiao Mountain's hand suddenly reached out to the house servant, and with a pull, directly drew the man over. His large, fat hand clamped down on the servant's neck, a fierce light in his eyes on a face filled with rough flesh,
"Damn it, you're making me very displeased. Who told you to speak with such hesitation?"
Saying this, he tossed him aside like throwing away trash,
"You scared the hell out of me. I almost thought my dear niece actually knew that revered Buddha. Anyway, if she really knew, why hasn't she done something earlier? How could it be that my good brother has been missing for so long? When the entire city evacuated, I heard that the prisoners in the Sky Patrol Department's Heavenly Prison were executed if they could be. I reckon they're already under the knives."
A smug, fierce grin emerged on the rough-fleshed face of Xiao Mountain.
At this moment, those flamboyant women sidled up again, whispering sweetly in his ear, vying for favor,
