Boss Qin looked at the thin and delicate young man in front of him. The robe on his body was in tatters, but he could see that it was clearly made of high-quality peony and white brocade. It was obvious that his face, which had been dissolute for a long time, still had the old-boyish demeanor on it.
"Did you ask to see me? And you injured my servant?"
"It's me."
"What do you want to do?"
"I bet you are not 60% sure about this vote. Add me and I will guarantee you 90%."
"You?"
"Me."
"What are you capable of?"
"You will find out after you examine your servant's injury."
Boss Qin walked in slowly, and when he came out again, his face was pale. The two gatekeepers who were knocked down were not injured, but more than ten major acupuncture points on their bodies were sealed. No one from Boss Qin or his Jiannan Gate could open them. Zhuang Ding, who came to report just now, clearly saw that the young man's sleeves moved. There is only one kind of weapon that can handle such a situation, a hidden weapon. There is only one family in the world that can use such hidden weapon techniques, the Tang Sect. But Zhuang Ding clearly showed no signs of poisoning.
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