Dare you slap me, bastard?

Yue Zi-tong, lying on the ground with his cheek covered, looked up fiercely and stared fiercely at Ye Xiaodao.

The Helan Fusu next to him did not expect him to start. He was shocked and instinctively raised his hand. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the blade knife, and the spur's reaction speed was not slow. At almost the same time, the saber flashed out like a flash and remained motionless half an inch from the throat.

"Do you want to argue?"

Ye Xiaodao sneered and ignored Helan Fusu. He looked at Yue Zitong. "Yue Zitong, Huaxia, is a very prestigious and heroic...