บท 2343: What a good hand of hatred drawing

"Auntie Qiao, take care of him," Yin Yuerong ordered.

Auntie Qiao nodded and pulled out a dagger, striding toward Third Elder.

When Third Elder saw the incredibly sharp and coldly glint dagger, he shivered involuntarily. They seriously wanted his life…

"Elder of the Fearless Alliance, don't blame me for this. If you want to blame someone, blame your president. It was her who killed you and personally shoved you into the fire pit," Auntie Qiao said to Third Elder apathetically.

Third Elder snorted. "Why are you wasting your words? What haven't I experienced in my long life? Kill me already."

From the side, Yin Yuerong secretly peered at Ye Wanwan.

However, Ye Wanwan was sitting on the sofa without a ripple in her face as though this matter didn't concern her. She had the attitude of a spectator.

At this moment, Ye Wanwan was incredibly nervous. This woman wasn't serious, right…?