Ye Hao looked at Che Xingdu with a half-smile. He thought highly of this young man from Tianzhu.

However, despite all expectations, there is no possibility for the two sides to turn their hostility into friendship at this moment.

Ye Hao stretched out his left hand and patted Che Xingdu's face, and said calmly: "Come on, Master Che, you might as well take a guess, do I dare to kill you directly?"

"Kill me?"

Che Xingdu chuckled lightly, and then his eyes were cold and he said word by word: "Even if you kill me, you still can't solve the problem, you still can't resolve the situation in front of you, and you still can't leave here."

Obviously, even though Che Xingdu had reached this point, he still didn't think Ye Hao was worth taking seriously.

He is the eldest son from the second caste in Tianzhu.

In his eyes, only Fang Haoqiu and Xie Shaocheng, the heirs and eldest sons from the top ten families of the five great families, can be compared with him.

Ye Hao, who is just a door-to-door son-in-law, does not have this qualification.

"Although there is no way to solve the problem, I can hold you, Master Che, until we die together!"

Ye Hao smiled.

"Even if you die, I may not die."

"Would you like to try it?"

While speaking, Ye Hao exerted force with his right hand, and the sharp glass pierced Che Xingdu's throat. The faint trace of blood appeared, making people clearly feel the aura of death permeating it.

However, Che Xingdu didn't have the panic of an ordinary dude at this moment. At this moment, he ignored the blood flowing out of his throat. Instead, he squinted at Ye Hao and said, "Do you really dare to try?"

"Don't you know what price you will have to pay once you really kill me?"

"Your whole family died because of your indiscretion, and eighteen generations of your ancestors were exhumed, their bones crushed, and their ashes scattered. It's just a trivial matter."

"I'm afraid that if all nine of your clans were killed, it might not be enough."

Obviously, Che Xingdu could see that Ye Hao was not a wanton lunatic, so under such circumstances, Che Xingdu remained indifferent.

He firmly believed that Ye Hao would never dare to act recklessly or kill him.

Ye Hao had a playful look on his face and said calmly: "Che Xingdu, don't be too confident, and don't bet."

"Because many times, once you lose a bet, you don't even have the chance to regret it."

"You only have one life. If you die, you are truly gone."

Ye Hao spoke with interest, but he really praised the Tianzhu Chamber of Commerce's military advisor.

No wonder someone like Long Tianao, the Thirteenth Young Master, would swore a sworn sworn relationship with Fan Abu.

Just looking at how tricky Che Xingdu is, you can imagine how difficult it is for Van Abu to deal with him.

Compare this to Fan Xiaoju who was trampled into a dog.

Che Xingdu is not just a little bit powerful.

"We Tianzhu people are not short of money, and we don't care about life."

Cha Xingdu looked confident and still strong.

"But face is the most important thing to us!"

"You slapped the Tianzhu gang in the face, you slapped the Tianzhu Chamber of Commerce in the face, and you slapped our Tianzhu country in the face!"

"Of course I want to get this back!"

"Not only does it not matter to me if I die for the dignity of our country of Tianzhu, but I can also be reborn as the first caste in my next life!"

Ye Hao smiled, continued to pat Che Xingdu's face, and said lightly: "It seems that feudal superstition kills people!"

"Are you so convinced that you will be reborn as the first caste?"

"I would rather say that you will become the fourth caste."


Chapter completed!