บท 97: 800,000 Spirit Points! (2)

They heaved a sigh of relief when they saw Zhao Qianhe.

After all, Zhao Qianhe had always maintained an extremely domineering attitude toward outsiders and never let his own people suffer losses.

Zhao Qianhe, who was thinking about how to appease Wang Chen, almost died of anger when he heard this.

"That's right! I've killed two of your men. What are you going to do, President Zhao?" Wang Chen looked at Zhao Qianhe. 

He could feel that all the Descenders of the Thousand Rivers Guild were on guard against him. However, he didn't mind fighting them as one against a hundred again.

Zhao Qianhe muttered to himself for a long time, but in the face of Wang Chen's powerful martial strength, he finally chose to back down.

"Shut up! He offended Mr. Wang Chen. He deserves to die! Even if An Lu didn't die in Mr. Wang's hands, I would've killed him!" he shouted.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Qianhe Guild has admitted defeat?"