"You thug..."
The appraiser looked at Yang Tian with anger on his face, not expecting Yang Tian to start hitting without a word.
"Thug? You're mistaken!"
Yang Tian said, delivering another heavy punch to the appraiser's face.
This punch was infused with Spiritual Breath, extremely powerful.
Bang!
With this punch, the appraiser was heavily knocked out: "You're mistaken, I'm not a thug, on the contrary, I'm a devil!"
"You... you..."
The appraiser crawled up from the ground, pointing at Yang Tian, stammering for a long time, unable to say a word.
With a sharp pain in his chest, the appraiser opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"You'd better hand over our porcelain, or you'll suffer!"
Wang Ying said coldly.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
The appraiser stubbornly denied.
"You switched our porcelain, and still dare say you don't know?"
Wang Ying coldly laughed.
