Peerless War God in City

The imposing manner of Haotian's body changed drastically, as if he had transformed from a cute and gentle lamb into a divine dragon that was capable of shaking the world and roared the heavens.    

Everyone present immediately felt their hearts palpitate.    

"Right, did you find Young Master Tian's corpse?"    

Haotian then said again.    

These words immediately caused Tian Xiong's face to turn cold. He gritted his teeth as he looked at Haotian.    

He wished that he could hack it into eight pieces.    

At this moment.    

Haotian then said, "Emerald Residence, three villas, unit two!"    

"Tian Family Head, we've already lost a son. Don't tell me that you want to experience the pain of a white-haired man giving away a black-haired man?"    

When Tian Xiong heard this, he was shocked.    

He looked at Haotian, his eyes revealing a trace of shock and trembling.    

Everyone only knew that he only had one son, and that was Tian Han.    

This was not the case.    

Two years ago, his mistress had given him a baby boy, only two years old this year.    

He would also be the Tian Clan's hope, the only true son that could inherit the Joss Flame.    

Apart from his personal guards who knew about this, no one else knew.    

How did he know?    

Tian Xiong looked at Haotian in confusion, but he pretended to be calm.    

He quietly stood there without opening his mouth, implying that he would not interfere in this matter.    

Tian Xiong knew what Haotian was up to. He had already lost a son.    

If he lost his son again, then the fire of their Tian Clan would be broken, and at that time, he would become the Tian Clan's eternal sinner!    

Seeing this, Feng Gong felt that something was wrong. Tian Xiong's behavior was different from what he had expected.    

Suddenly, he looked at Tian Xiong and pleaded pitifully, "Brother Tian, you have to help me. Only you can help me now!"    

"I can't help you with this!"    

Tian Xiong looked at Haotian for a long time. Then, he said these words to Feng Gong coldly. Then, he left with his men.    

After losing his last lifeline.    

Feng Gong was like a walking corpse on the ground. His face was pale and his mind was in a trance.    

Seeing this, Haotian let out a faint smile.    

He gave Yu Jin a look and said lightly, "Bring the wine over to Dean Feng."    

Yu Jin nodded respectfully when he heard that.    

Then, he picked up the wine cup on the table and walked towards Feng Gong.    

Yu Jin was only a few steps away from Feng Gong.    

However, as Feng Gong watched Yu Jin walk over, it seemed like he had been waiting for a very long time, like it was a century.    

Many times, death was not scary.    

The scary thing is, even though you know you're going to die, there's nothing you can do!    

At this moment, the hope in your heart becomes despair.    

Feng Gong's face was full of sadness.    

When Yu Jin walked in front of him, tears were already streaming down his face and a smelly yellow liquid was flowing out of his lower body.    

Until this moment.    

He finally understood how small he was.    

He could not control his own fear of death!    

"Cheers!"    

Haotian raised his glass and signaled Feng Gong to drink with him.    

There was a faint smile on his face, gentle yet soothing.    

Just like old friends greeting each other tacitly.    

When Feng Gong heard this, he no longer dared to maintain his pride and dignity. He prostrated himself on the ground, with tears and snot streaming down his face, he begged:    

"Don't... Don't kill me... "Please!"    

"I was confused. I shouldn't have asked the assassins to assassinate you. You are too generous, let me go!"    

"As long as you can spare my life, I will follow your lead in the future and be your slave!"