The third master who was holding the wine glass suddenly frowned.

There was silence for a few seconds.

"Revenge comes so soon!"

The third master's voice sounded faintly in the *** box. There was a hint of surprise in his voice, but also a hint of appreciation, as if the third master had already expected that Mang Biao would die.

"How's the man's skill in killing him?" Third Master picked up the wine glass and took a slow sip and asked.

"Very professional!"

The voice was crisp and cold.

The third master frowned again, and a playful smile flashed on his face: "Yes, I didn't expect that there is another good seedling in Dongling City."

As he spoke, he suddenly drank the remaining half glass of wine in one gulp.

"Call Wang Zhen and tell him that someone is going to kill him."

"And tell him to find more people. I want to see what that person is capable of?"

The third master couldn't help but laugh after saying that. His sharp fox-like eyes exuded cunning and vicious light.

"Third Master wants to..." Baozi said halfway.

Because he is not sure, Leopard is never willing to draw conclusions easily about uncertain things.

The third master smiled, his smile was like the smile of an old fox about to wear a little white rabbit, wild and cunning.

"A person who can tell a good story from your leopard's mouth should have two brushes. If he can't even handle a role like Wang Zhen, why keep him?"

Leopard's stiff face finally moved a little.

"Third Master, do you want to keep it for yourself?" Leopard asked tentatively.

The third master didn't speak any more, but a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly swayed the newly poured wine in his hand.

"Abolition to retain talents has always been a wise move since ancient times... Haha."

The third master’s hearty laughter kept echoing throughout the entire box.

The leopard on the side stopped asking.
Chapter completed!