In a presidential suite of a hotel in Jiangzhong City, Yuan Ming's eyes widened, his entire being like a wrathful Vajra, glaring at the dragon head close at hand, while a fierce murderous aura emanated fully from him without any concealment!
For a moment, the entire room was enveloped in a chilling and bone-piercing murderous intent.
"Dragon Head, what do you mean by this? Are the people of Shu Mountain supposed to just die in vain?" Yuan Ming's voice was filled with anger.
Just moments ago, Dragon Head actually told him, Yuan Ming, to go back where he came from and not to lay hands on Ye Xunhuan, and it was even in the form of a command. Moreover, Dragon Head even threatened him, saying if he did not leave, he would personally send him back!
"Do you think only Shu Mountain is allowed to kill, and no one else is allowed to kill you?" Dragon Head snorted coldly: "Tell me, what kind of logic is that?"
