But--

"Kill him."

The fat old man said these three words lightly.

The next second.

A hand stretched out from the side, grabbed Ruan Ao's head, and twisted it gently.

"Praise."

Ruan Ao's head was forced to make a 180-degree turn.

"Clang."

The short knife fell to the ground.

Ruan Ao's eyes quickly dimmed, and finally, filled with unwillingness and resentment, he fell softly to the ground and made no sound.

At the bottom of the mountain, Chen Yu also twisted Ruan Long's throat at the same time.
Chapter completed!