"You can't do this to me, I'm from the Casamonica family." Old John was shocked and angry, his voice trembling.
Over the years, he has walked through rains of bullets and mountains of blood, and has become accustomed to the fragility and disappearance of life. For him, death is really nothing to be afraid of.
However, if you really do what the little thing in front of you said, crush his limbs and bones, pull out his tongue, and let him live a life worse than death and linger on, then it will really be more uncomfortable than killing him.
He absolutely couldn't bear the thought of himself being reduced from a second-grade monk with great power to a waste like a puddle of mud.
"Old man, it's already here, and you still want to use the Casamonica family to suppress me?" The kid's clone's eyes were full of ridicule, "Are you old and confused? Have you experienced it?
The gap in strength between you and me is as huge as heaven and earth. Do you think that if the five first-grade masters from the Casamonica family are not available, who else can do anything to defeat me?"
Old John looked suffocated, and he felt bitter in his heart. What this hateful little thing said was right.
Except for the five first-level masters in the Casamonica family, most of the other second-level monks are on par with him in terms of combat prowess. Even those who are stronger than him are not much better.
No matter who comes, if they face off against this little thing with unfathomable strength and as powerful as a monster, they will never be able to get away with it.
Old John was really filled with regret at this time. Why did he have such a twitch in his head that he provoked this little scourge?
However, it was too late to say anything now, he had already offended this little thing to death.
Just as Old John was feeling sorry for himself, four middle-aged men in straight suits quickly arrived at the VIP Casino on the second floor amidst the sound of hurried footsteps.
These four people were the four top executives of the Weapon Refiner's Guild who had previously hosted the three kid clones.
After they received Alice's text message asking for help and learned that the young weapon-refining master from China was in trouble, they hurried over as if their buttocks were on fire.
However, after arriving, they were all confused. What was going on with the strange painting style in front of them?
Why is it so different from what they imagined?
No matter how you look at it, it looks like the young weapon-refining master from China is showing off his power and causing trouble!
"Look, the man kneeling on the ground...is that Old John from the Casamonica family?"
"Damn it, it's really him!"
"It's so cruel!"
"It seems that we still underestimated Mr. Wang..."
After making eye contact for a while, the four of them immediately walked up to the little kid's clone as if nothing had happened.
"Mr. Wang, I didn't expect us to meet so soon."
"If I had known that Mr. Wang liked to play two games, we should have prepared more chips for you."
"Yeah yeah."
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The four of them completely ignored Old John, who was still kneeling on the ground. They talked to each other and circled around the little kid's clone, with faces full of flattery.
"What are you?" The four top executives of the Refiner's Union were treated so obviously differently that Old John was confused for a moment.
Thinking that not long ago, these four people were polite to me, one mouthful of Mr. John, at least on the surface, their skills were passable, but now...
Although Old John is old, his brain is still good.
He just thought about it briefly and came to such a conclusion.
The background of the little thing in front of me may be so big that the four top executives of the Weapon Refiner's Guild had to keep smiling and groveling.
Thinking of this, Old John's heart was shaking wildly, and he stared at the little kid's clone with his eyes.
"Who...are you?"
The four top executives of the Refiner's Union talked for a while, as if they had just discovered Old John kneeling on the ground, and pretended to exclaim: "Mr. John, are you here too?"
Old John glanced sideways at the four of them, are you blind?
I, a big living person, have been kneeling here for a long time, okay?
The corners of the mouths of the four people twitched slightly, but Quan pretended not to notice.
"Mr. Wang, Mr. John was invited by us to escort the Freedom of the Seas cruise ship on this journey."
"Look...can you let him go first and let him get up first?"
"Yes, if Mr. John has offended Mr. Wang in any way, let's apologize to him here first."
"Are you here as a lobbyist for this old guy?" He raised his eyebrows, and the kid's clone glanced at the four of them expressionlessly, "Then do you know that this old guy is very arrogant, not only threatening me but saying that he wants to
Crush my limbs, pull out my tongue, and actually attack me?"
"If it wasn't for my skill, I would have been lying on the ground as softly as a puddle of mud."
Hearing this, the expressions of the four people suddenly changed, and they exclaimed: "What, he actually dares to attack a master of weapon refining, is he crazy?"
"The master of weapon refining? Him?" Old John's pupils shrank and he looked at the kid's clone in disbelief. "How is this possible? How old is he? How could he..."
Thinking that he, who was a second-level cultivator, had not been rounded up, slapped, and dealt with by the other party, Old John was suddenly speechless.
This little thing is a pervert!
Especially since these words came from the mouths of four senior executives of the Weapon Refining Masters Guild, the credibility is even higher.
"Do you still want to plead for him now?" the little boy's clone said calmly.
The four of them looked at each other, hesitating slightly. After a long while, one of them approached the kid's clone's ear with a stern expression and whispered: "Mr. Wang, it stands to reason that if someone offends you, whether it's killing or cutting into pieces, it's up to you to do whatever you want.
, we have no right to interfere."
"But Mr. John is different. He is from the Casamonica family."
"We know that with your status and strength, you will not be afraid of them."
"However, our Refiner's Guild is different. We have many business dealings with the Casamonica family."
"Once something happens to Mr. John, our weapon refiner's union will definitely be involved."
"What awaits us will be a series of revenge from the Casamonica family."
"We really can't afford this."
The face of the little kid's clone was changing. Facing the pleading looks on the four people's faces, he sighed softly for a long time: "Today, I will give you a face and spare this old guy's life, but that's all.
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As soon as the words changed, the kid's clone glanced at the green ring on the middle finger of Old John's left hand, and said with a smile: "I have to ask him for some mental damage compensation. His previous actions, but