"Strangers? We're not just anybody!" Perhaps threatened by the swordsman's technique, Tom's tone had improved significantly.
Next to the swordsman, the gunman said coldly, "No Asians or dogs allowed."
Tom was momentarily stunned, then glanced at Qin Hao, secretly snickering. Does this guy dare to provoke Hao God?
He's doomed!
But he said, "Where's the dog?"
"It's you," the gunman repeated coldly.
"Do you want to die?" Tom, having played the fool for so many years, never suffered such a big loss. Since the other side was so arrogant, he felt no need to hold back.
He cleared his throat, cautious of the swordsman's strength, took three steps back, then cleared his throat and said, "Listen up, you two lowly white pigs. I'm going to greet your mother today..."
Both the swordsman and the gunman were a bit surprised.
This guy still dares to mouth off?
Does he have a death wish?
