Bab 634: If He's Not Dead, I Can't Feel At Peace!

Around two in the morning.

The capital.

Purple Mountain Villa Complex, Villa 9.

Nie Changkong and Duan Tianxing were sitting in the hall and drinking.

However, Nie Changkong's expression was extremely gloomy.

Duan Tianxing swirled his wine glass and narrowed his eyes, "I really didn't expect Yang Luo to be so strong. Even Old Dong, Old Peng, and Old Guo died in his hands.

It seems that we still understood too little about this kid.

His true strength is probably not as simple as we think…"

Nie Changkong gulped down a mouthful of wine and said fiercely, "So what if this kid is strong alone? I have many experts under me and many ancient martial arts sects behind me!

As long as I raise my arm and call out, countless experts will work for me!

Previously, I just didn't want to argue with such an ant. But now, I want to play with him!"

There was a pause.