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The door to the private room was kicked open, the door panel buzzed, and the wine glasses on the table swayed.

At the door, a figure walked in swaggeringly.

It was a middle-aged man, tall, wearing the luxurious robes of the Bishop of Wuhun Palace, with a sinister face, a hooked nose, thin lips, and a pair of triangular eyes with arrogance and meanness cultivated from years of condescension.

Followed by two black-robed guards, their soul power was released and their cultivation level was not low.

Myers.

He strode into the elegant room, his eyes first fell on Silong, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Who do I think you are if you dare to rob my private room? Silong, it turns out to be you. How come you are so brave after not seeing each other for a few days?"

Silong's expression changed slightly, but when he thought about what would happen next, he couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in his heart.

"Bishop Miles, these two are the most important guests of my Blacksmith Guild. Please show me some respect today."

"Face?"

Miles scoffed.

The next moment, he raised his leg and kicked it.

"Bang!"

Silong was kicked so hard that he flew backwards, hit the wall with a muffled sound, and fell to the ground again.A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth, but he remained silent and slowly sat upright while holding on to the wall.

"You're a fucking blacksmith, how can you get any face? Why should I give you face!"

Miles retracted his legs and looked down at Silong, who had his head lowered, with contempt in his eyes.

Miles snorted and ignored him, his eyes finally falling on the two people sitting at the table.

An old man who looked like a skeleton, withered and thin, eyes half closed, as if he would fall asleep at any moment.

Another one——

Purple hair like a waterfall, pale golden pupils, and an overly delicate face.

Miles' eyes paused on the purple-haired young man for a moment, and his brows wrinkled slightly.

For some reason, looking at this face, he felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

It was unclear, but it seemed like I had seen this person a long, long time ago.

Have you seen him somewhere?

The thought just passed through my mind for a moment and was forgotten.

unimportant.

In Gengxin City, he is the absolute controller, and no one dares to go against him.

"A bad old man and a sissy, you are the only one who is a distinguished guest, haha."

Miles crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and spoke in a lazy and arrogant tone, as if he was driving away two unsightly wild dogs.

"Do you want to get out on your own, or do you want me to help you?"

The private room was quiet for a moment.

And at this moment——

Jiang Li's fingertips trembled slightly under the table, the knuckles of her clenched fists were white, and her nails were almost embedded in her palms.

In those pale golden pupils, blood was spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Thirteen years.

Thirteen years.

That face is still so familiar, and the voice is still so disgusting!

The murderous aura accumulated after killing thousands of people rose up like ignited gunpowder at this moment.

At the collar of her chest, Zhu'er also felt her emotions. Her eight legs suddenly tightened, her compound eyes glowed with a deep purple light, and her little body trembled slightly.

Seeing no reaction from the two of them, Miles was obviously a little impatient.

"Can't you understand people? I said -"

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