Anyone would feel weak in the knees and under immense pressure when faced with so many martial artists.
But Qin Hao didn't.
He simply glanced at the four of them with sharp eyes and said, "Have you guys thought about how you want to fall?"
The moment these words came out, the four were simultaneously startled, surprised at heart.
We are four people, and he dares to speak like this?
Is he brain-damaged, or just confident?
"What, still standing here daydreaming? Get out of my face first!"
Qin Hao's impatient voice rang out, and the hot-tempered Zhu Biao couldn't hold back any longer.
He stepped forward angrily, "I'm going to kill you!"
Before he could take the next step, Qin Hao waved his hand, "Stop."
"Coward, scared now?"
Zhu Biao really stopped, his face full of arrogance as he spoke.
Qin Hao just shook his head, "I'm afraid your blood will dirty the floor, making it troublesome for the auntie to clean."
"Go to hell!"
