The man shrouded in black was still minding his own business and said: "Actually, to be honest, I have to thank you for killing my sworn brother Zhao Jingang. You allowed me to not only get his inheritance, but also take over his martial arts."

Pavilion. Haha..."

"But one code equals one code. Now if someone pays me to kill you, there is nothing I can do."

The man in black shook his head and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Haha, the money I paid is too much."

The implication is that he cannot refuse the temptation of money.

Chen Hetu remained silent.

He could probably guess that the person who paid for his life was Wu Tianjiao.

Only he hates himself to the core.

"It seems it's time to deal with Wu Tianjiao." Chen Hetu thought to himself, already having murderous intentions.

However, he did not show it.

Instead, he looked at the man in black in front of him indifferently and said: "Leave as soon as possible before you take action. Then I may consider sparing your life. Otherwise, I will definitely make you regret it."

Chen Hetu doesn't hate this real villain.

The man in black smiled and said: "I'm afraid you haven't figured out the current situation. I'm not an ordinary person."

At this point, the man in black's laughter became even more harsh, and he asked playfully: "Do you know the ancient warrior?"

After saying that, he looked at Chen Hetu with great interest. He just wanted to see the fear and panic expression on Chen Hetu's face.

However, he was disappointed.

Chen Hetu's face was expressionless and very calm.

This made the man in black feel extremely surprised, and thought to himself: "Doesn't he know what an ancient warrior is?"

Thinking of this, the man in black laughed crazily and said: "You don't even know how to be an ancient warrior, so you dare to provoke Mr. Wu? You really think your life is too great."

Chen Hetu suppressed his laughter and asked, "Are ancient warriors awesome?"

The man in black was startled for a moment, then laughed crazily again.

"Hahahaha... Today I, Qin Zimo, will let you know the ceiling of martial arts and the fears of ancient warriors!"

"Tremble! Mortal!" Qin Zimo looked at Chen Hetu contemptuously.

"Noisy!"

Chen Hetu lost his patience and couldn't bear it. He came to Qin Zimo's side as quickly as possible and slapped Feng Zimo on the face.

"Bah!" The sound was extremely loud.

Qin Zimo didn't even remember to react, and was slapped away.

Chen Hetu stepped forward, and before Qin Zimo's body landed, he punched him with a few more punches.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Punch to the flesh.

Qin Zimo groaned a few times and then lay on the ground, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

At least a dozen bones were broken all over his body.

Chen Hetu looked at Qin Zimo condescendingly, imitating Qin Zimo's tone and said, "So what if you are an ancient warrior? Don't you know that ancient warriors also have differences!"

Qin Zimo's face changed several colors.

Panic and fear appeared on his face.

He originally thought that Chen Hetu was just an ordinary martial arts practitioner, but he did not expect that he was not only an ancient warrior, but also a more powerful ancient warrior than himself.

Cold sweat ran down his back to his neck.

Chen Hetu stepped on Qin Zimo and said indifferently: "Do you know the difference now?"

Qin Zimo swallowed and couldn't say a word.

He originally thought that he was being hunted when he took action, but now he realized that he was the one being hunted.

He endured the pain in his body, struggled to get up from the ground, knelt in front of Chen Hetu, and said tremblingly: "Please, spare my life! I just take people's money to help them eliminate disasters. Besides,

...I caused no actual harm to you."

Having said this, Qin Zimo banged his head three times on the ground.

"Please! I don't want to die..."
Chapter completed!