The god of war in military uniform returned to his hometown. His five-year-old daughter was tied to the door by a vicious dog and used as a horse to ride on. Her biological father knelt down to beg for mercy and his legs were broken!
His eyes were bloodshot like spider webs exploding.
No one in the world knew that this man who had been scolded as a coward for five years was the Immortal Blood-clothed Marquis who was jointly pardoned by ten foreign countries.
"Qin Heng, your daughter is my son's plaything. Are you willing to kill me?"
He chuckled and took out the satellite phone that had been dusty for five years.
That night, one hundred thousand elite soldiers from the northern border disarmed and returned to their fields, and nine plutocrats from southern Xinjiang parachuted into Jiangcheng. All the powers in the world trembled for one name.
Don't be afraid, daughter, daddy is here. This time, when the sky fell, my father held it up with his hands.
