Tonight is destined to be an inevitable night.

The provincial capital has changed.

Scorpio club headquarters.

Chen Biao was still wearing plaster on one leg, lying on the ground, his body was stepped on by one foot, and he couldn't get up no matter how hard he struggled.

shame.

For Chen Biao, this is a huge shame.

"Are you satisfied now?"

A middle-aged man sitting opposite him was playing with a samurai sword in his hand, which was so cold that he seemed to be able to rise and fall at any time, allowing Chen Biao to move his head.

"Let go of the boss, have the ability to come for me!"

A loyal guy roared, but he was still trampled under his feet.

Puff!

The cold light flashed, the head flew up, and blood spilled all over the ground.

"I want to die, I will fulfill you!"

There was no wave in Leng Qianmo's eyes: "Drag the corpse out!"

"Big stupid!"

Chen Biao's eyes were red and he struggled. The one who had just been beheaded was his brother who had been through life and death for many years!

"It's better not to move, otherwise your head will move as well!"

Leng Qianmo reached out and Qinglong handed him a hand roll behind him. He gently wiped the dripping blood from the samurai sword.

"A crazy thing, can you do whatever you want in the provincial capital if you think Mr. Fu is not here?"

Chen Biao continued to roar: "We've all contacted each other. One family has encountered an accident. The rest will join forces to deal with you!"

"Are you talking about Wang Dayou, Peng Wanli and the others?"

As he said that, Leng Qianmo snapped his fingers, and someone threw them in front of Chen Biao with a bloody package.

Leng Qianmo pointed at the package on the ground with a samurai sword and said, "Open it yourself and take a look!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Biao's face was pale and bloodless.

But I opened the package myself, and a few bloody heads were inside, and I could not bear to die.

Chen Biao was stunned.

"Now, are you still counting on them?"

Leng Qianmo smiled faintly. Master Fu is not in the provincial capital, who can stop him from the Seven-Star Guild?

"snort!"

Chen Biao snorted coldly: "Master Fu won't die so easily. When he comes back, it will be your doomsday!"

Bang!

Just after he finished speaking, Chen Biao's face was kicked hard by Leng Qianmo, and he was covered in blood.

"I still hope that even if he is not dead, he will just die when he comes back!"

Leng Qianmo had a gloomy smile on his face. He might have been afraid of Mr. Fu in the past, but now with Yun Cang and Yun Jian and the two brothers joining, he naturally won't be afraid anymore.

"you……"

Chen Biao's eyes were red.

"I will give you another chance, will I surrender?" Leng Qianmo said.

"You dream!"

"kill!"

Puff!

Another person splattered blood under the knife.

"The next one, it's your turn!"

Leng Qianmo wiped the blood from the knife and looked down at Chen Biao: "This is your last chance to survive. You just saw those heads, and they all ended up not surrendering!"

"Actually, they died in vain. My subordinates are still under my control!"

Hearing Leng Qianmo's words, Chen Biao hesitated.

He originally thought that the Seven-Star Guild would take some time to come to the provincial capital, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

Now, the overall situation has been decided, and if you don’t surrender, there is only one death in the end.

"President, kill it!"

Qinglong took a step forward, his momentum was violent, and he instantly enveloped Chen Biao.

Suddenly, Chen Biao felt the god of death coming and couldn't breathe.

"I surrender!"

Chen Biao was scared, completely afraid. He knew that if he refused to surrender, his ending would be the same as that of Peng Wanli and the others.

"This is an obedient dog!"
Chapter completed!