"What the hell, what's going on?"

The young man was stunned.

"Xiaolong, are you okay?"

Another young man with a machete came over and said, "Why bother talking to him? Tell him to take out the money and get out!"

"calf."

Xiaolong swallowed hard, holding the bare handle of the knife in his hand and said, "This knife of ours is made of iron, right?"

"No?"

Mavericks said a little strangely.

"I'll just say it."

Xiaolong let out a long breath.

It seems that there is something wrong with the knife. Let me tell you, how could someone break the knife with just a flick of their finger?

"It's made of stainless steel!"

Mavericks added.

Xiaolong's legs suddenly became weak and he almost collapsed. He cursed: "Don't be so breathless when you talk in the future!"

"What's wrong?"

Mavericks are even stranger.

"Go and chop him!"

Xiaolong pointed at the gilding and said, "Don't you always say that you participated in several vicious battles in Bincheng?"

"Fuck, just cut it, what a big deal."
Chapter completed!