The words fell.

Everyone saw a young man over 1.8 meters tall walking in with his hands and back.

On his left is Fang Zhengshan, the son of the richest man in Shanghai.

To his right was a man holding a sword.

Behind him were seven men holding bloody butchers' knives.

As soon as these ten people enter the venue!

In an instant, a strong breath of death swept across the audience instantly, making people shudder!

"Oh my God, Uncle Fang, are you crazy? How dare you bring people to the King's House in Shanghai?" A young woman ran over and asked in surprise.

Fang Zhengshan was trembling all over his body, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Huang Xiaolin was crazy! He captured my daughter Shiyun and sent Jinhu to attack my house with hundreds of people, and wanted to kill my whole family to celebrate his birthday!"

"If my future son-in-law hadn't arrived in time, our family would have been slaughtered!"

The words are over!

Shocked the audience!

Everyone unexpectedly, the King of Shanghai actually sent someone to slaughter the family of the richest man in Shanghai.

It is worthy of being the King of Shanghai!

The background is really hard!

Otherwise, how dare you do such a big case?

"Where is Huang Xiaolin? Get out and die!" Long Jiuchen shouted loudly.

"Don't deal with you, my dad doesn't need to do anything!"

Huang Jiawen stepped forward and asked angrily: "Are you Long Jiuchen?"

"It's me."

Long Jiuchen's cold eyes fell on Huang Jiawen: "You are going to dedicate your poetry to the grandson of the eldest son of the Rosscailde, right?"

“So what?”

Huang Jiawen sneered: "I will cut off your head and serve as a birthday gift for my dad!"

"court death!"

Seven dead soldiers rushed over with their swords.
Chapter completed!