"Can't kill, right?"
Seeing Fang Qingyu really step forward, Yuanze looked at the middle-aged man beside him.
"Hmm."
The middle-aged man nodded impatiently.
Fang Qingyu listened.
He silently turned his head, showing a curious expression, but asked in a very serious tone.
"Old Qiao, can I brag?"
Old Qiao was wiping the sweat from his forehead, trying to think of a solution.
Hearing this, he didn't react for a moment, a bit stunned.
Before he could reply.
The middle-aged man frowned.
"If you keep chattering... don't blame me for not being courteous."
The voice was ordinary, but it exploded next to Fang Qingyu's ear.
His ears buzzed.
Fang Qingyu expressionlessly dug at his ear.
He didn't dwell on the previous topic anymore.
Yuanze, with a cold face, was ready to make a move.
But unexpectedly, Fang Qingyu raised his hand again.
"Wait!!"
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The aura around the middle-aged man rose steadily.
It seemed like he was about to lose his composure.
