Feng Zhiqiang rubbed his chest and looked at Wang Han, "Ninth Young Master, this is not cost-effective! The power behind us is completely comparable to the Ten Guys Association!"

"Are you talking about the Immortality Society?" Wang Han smiled at Feng Zhiqiang.

Feng Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment, with a gloomy expression, "Did Du Zhengfeng tell you everything? Where is Du Zhengfeng? I haven't seen him all day today? What did you do to him?"

Wang Han stuffed his phone into his pocket and said, "Dead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Han knocked Feng Zhiqiang unconscious.

When carrying Feng Zhiqiang out.

A coughing sound suddenly came out.

Wang Han quickly looked over.

I don't know when, there was a person standing by the lake.

His back was turned to Wang Han.

Wearing a black Tang suit, he is thin and thin, with white hair, but he carries a majestic and fierce aura.

He put his hands behind his back and looked calmly at the lake.

Wang Han has felt the pressure on the opponent before!

Transformation!

Wang Han is like facing a powerful enemy.

A voice full of vicissitudes and slightly hoarse came from the old man's mouth.

"A glass of wine in the spring breeze of the willows! Ten years of light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes!"
Chapter completed!