Pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger

The little perverted pig bared its teeth, making a threatening gesture. If you want to eat me, you can do it in your next life!

Ling Han shook his head, "Are you going to go back on your word?"

"Is word more important or your life more important? It can't be that you can't even differentiate this, right?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

Ling Han also smiled, and said, "With just the two of you?"

"Wrong!" The middle-aged man clapped his hands, and instantly, seven people walked out of the inner courtyard. All of them were holding sabers, and one of them was actually holding a gun.

This was a large-caliber gun, and probably even Meridian Opening Tier elites wouldn't dare to face it head-on. Even if their fists hit the bullets, half of their arms would probably explode.

"Nine against one, and we have a gun. If you don't want to die, get lost!" The middle-aged man humphed, a vicious glint in his eyes.