"You want to kill me?" Qin Hao narrowed his eyes, those who knew him understood.
He was inwardly sneering.
"What, you think I can't do it?" Demon Slaughter arrogantly raised his head, "If I wanted, I could even kill the President of the United States, let alone you, this despicable monkey."
"Demon Slaughter, is your bragging habit back?" Wolf Spider interjected unhappily: "We agreed before, Ah Mao is your prey, and Night Emperor is my prey. Are you planning to compete with me now?"
Demon Slaughter chuckled in discontent: "Wolf Spider, Ah Mao belongs to me, so Qin Hao must gamble with me. That's the rule. If you're not comfortable, you can compete with that trash."
He gestured towards Tom.
Tom's expression changed slightly, Wolf Spider laughed: "So, shall we gamble?"
Tom remained silent, and Wolf Spider's expression changed, cursing: "Turns out he's a real waste!"
