"You think so beautifully, then I'll study a fart! Anyway, it won't fall into my hands. I'm going to waste my time. Qin Shuhan continued to stare at his bruised face. The more he looked at it, the more angry he became. Fortunately, there was still a bottle of ointment in his drawer that had better effect. In view of this fellow's banditry, he decided not to let him know later, or he was sure that he had it for himself. It seemed that he had done it for his sister-in-law even for the robbers.

"No, Qin Shihuang, are there any good things you haven't brought out to Ben Gong?...