"Kneel down."
Miss Tang was pinned to the ground by three warriors, with a bloody bruise on her forehead.
In the corner, the good-for-nothing tenant taken in by the Tang family was lazily eating melon seeds, as if it had nothing to do with him.
No one knows——
Three years ago, among the tens of thousands of people in the Temple of War, he could decide the life or death of the Grandmaster with just one word.
Three years later, he just wanted to be a quiet gangster, make a little fortune with modern knowledge, and repay the kindness of taking him in.
Until those warriors put their knives on the Tang family's old man's neck and said with a smile: "Old man, your granddaughter's life is worth three million."
The good-for-nothing tenant put down his melon seeds.
"If you haven't done anything for three years, have you forgotten—"
"The Temple of War expelled me because I killed
There are too many people. "
