"No, can you do it, old thing!"
Tang Qian clicked his tongue, sarcastically: "I see the Great Group's moral fiber is corrupt, all thanks to you old geezers... how do you even dare to ask for money?"
"Bullshit! Back in the day, what Rank was I, and what trash are you? If you had any guts, would I still be working for you at my age?"
The Fourth Great Uncle retaliated, but the spear in his hand swung fiercely, pressing forward step by step.
"Stop arguing, both of you are just as garbage, might as well kill yourselves early." An elderly woman on the other side was also being sarcastic, indiscriminately attacking the two, the chains in her hands slithering like snakes, attacking with malice.
But Pacquiao, the whole person wasn't doing well!
No matter what, he was a transcend among the Great Group's Chosen Ones, how could he not discern the current situation? He had used Inheritance Burnt Offerings before and played it too smoothly, but he'd never seen such a scene!
