Xiao Yang looked at Qin Shaotian with his eyes twinkling.

"Xiao, why not?" Qin Shaotian smiled coldly.

"Come on, how do you want to play? I'll just play with you." Xiao Yang glanced at him, indifferently.

"What nonsense, follow me?"

A five-thirds-thick Western man beside Qin Shaotian gave Xiao Yang a cold stare and then stepped forward, holding his arm with a big hand like a pair of iron forceps.

"John, you know what to do." Qin Shao Tianchao looked at the Western man, Tao.

John nodded.'Mr. Berg, let me take care of it. '

With a big wave of his hand, all the people with guns next to him...