Yuan Hao obviously didn't expect that Ling Hao and the others would actually dare to kill the shark in front of him.
It had been many years since he had encountered someone who provoked him like this, and an endless cold light flashed in his pupils.
At the same time, a strong aura spread out from him, his eyes stared at the two of them like daggers, saying word by word: "Very good, you are really good!"
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the other middle-aged man.
"Brother Cheng, you have seen how the people from the Shadow Clan are so reckless, looking down on human life and killing innocent people indiscriminately!"
"I hope Brother Cheng can do justice to this matter today!"
"Yes!" The middle-aged man named Cheng Xiong nodded, and then looked at Ling Hao and the other two.
"You Yingmen are doing more and more excessive things now, and you don't have the slightest bit of royal decency in your eyes!"
"Who is your superior? Ask him to come to the scene to see me immediately!"
"Who are you idiot?" The judge glanced at the other party speechlessly: "You look very cool, please give me your name!"
"How presumptuous!" A man in civilian clothes behind Cheng Xiong raised his hand and pointed at the judge: "Why are you talking to Lord Cheng? Kneel down immediately!"
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, the judge raised his hand and swept out a strong gust of wind. The man flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
"No matter how big or small, do you have the right to speak here?" The judge glanced at the other party coldly.
"Huh!?" Cheng Xiong frowned: "Do you really want to toast or drink as a penalty?"
"He called you the king, but are you from the imperial hall?" Ling Hao said calmly.
"That's right!" Cheng Xiong responded in a deep voice: "I am Midang Cheng Xiong. I will ask your superiors to come over immediately!"
"You are indeed an idiot!" Ling Hao said lightly, then pointed at the judge: "You are the lord of Midang, don't you know him?"
"What do you mean? Who is he?" Cheng Xiong frowned.
Although he was the head of Midang, he was sent overseas as soon as he joined Midang. For so many years, he rarely returned home except for official duties.
He has little contact with people from the Shadow Clan, so he doesn’t know the judge or Ling Hao.
"Show him your knife!" Ling Hao turned to the judge and said.
call out!
The judge flipped his wrist, and Leng Yue's scimitar came out of his hand. The cold light flashed past Cheng Xiong's eyes, and it stuck directly into the wall on his right side, disappearing with its handle.
"Platinum... platinum knife handle!?" Looking at the shiny pure platinum knife handle, Cheng Xiong trembled, his face full of shock.
"You...are you one of the five sharp knives of the Shadow Clan?"
The handles of Shadow Gate and Lengyue Scimitar are divided into three grades according to their status.
The governors of each district are five sharp knives with handles made of platinum.
The handles of the district inspectors and regional team leaders are made of pure gold.
For other members, the handle and blade are made of the same material, special stainless steel.
As a lord of Midang, Cheng Xiong naturally knew this.
"His name is Judge!" Ling Hao said calmly.
hiss!
Cheng Xiong shuddered again. Even though he had already guessed in his mind, he was still shocked when he heard this.
None of the five sharp knives in the Shadow Sect is a good person. It is said that all five of them have already reached the God of War level, and their combat power is more perverted than the last.
"How about it, do you still want to interfere with Mr. Yuan's affairs?" Ling Hao spoke again.
"Please...please ask...are you Ling Shuai?" Cheng Xiong did not answer Ling Hao's words directly. His whole body was trembling slightly and he looked at Ling Hao and asked tremblingly.
