Peerless War God in City

Qin Ya's voice fell again, but the people still lowered their heads and did not dare to reply.

As we all know, Qin Ya is very angry now. If one of them offends him carelessly, the end will be miserable. Therefore, everyone is afraid and dare not answer.

Finally.

Still just spoke that "but..." glasses man some dare not say.

"But what?" Qin ya a face is dignified ask a way.

"In the past, those young men of the small family who had been bullied by the little Lord, after hearing about the death of the little Lord, all gathered together and held parties, opened champagne, held banquets and celebrated happily."

"Asshole!"

With a roar, the blue and white porcelain teapot was also thrown to the ground by Qin ya.

Qin Ya's face became extremely angry, just like a hero who was driven out of his territory.

Looking at the teapot which has been broken into pieces, the people below are submissive and bow their heads in succession. However, there is a trace of flesh pain in their eyes.

This teapot, however, is a blue and white porcelain of very good quality. In ancient times, it was a royal article. It was worth at least ten million yuan. Now, it has become worthless.

Since Qin Ya was born, he has always been the leader of his generation. At the age of 28, he formally took over from his father and became the head of the Qin family.

Under his leadership, the Qin family was much stronger than before, and even surpassed the other four families. Therefore, he was highly respected and respected in the family.

However.

Now......

his favorite son was killed under the eyes of the Qin family, but they didn't even know who the murderer was.

This is a shame!

If he doesn't handle this matter well, it goes without saying that Qin Ya knows that their Qin family will certainly become the laughing stock of Xingyi people.

"Murderer, haven't you found out yet?"

Now.

There was a moderate voice outside the door.

Then a man came in.

Seeing the visitor, Qin ya, who had a sad face, looked as if he had seen a savior. He immediately went up and said respectfully, "curator Han, how did you come here?"

Come on.

It's a middle-aged man.

Wearing a white wujidao uniform, his head is wrapped with a white headband, white as snow and as good as frost. His rough hands are covered with thick calluses. The wrinkles on his face are crisscrossed with wind and frost. He is hard-working when practicing martial arts.

Although the man's face is a little unbearable, but he is very spiritual Qu, especially his eyes, from time to time flash through the haze, chilling.

As soon as you can see, he's a tough character.

The middle-aged man's pace is not fast, even a little slow. From the gate to the middle of the hall, he walked for more than a minute.

But even so.

None of the people present, including Qin ya, showed any impatience. All of them stood up and bowed down in succession, calling respectfully, "curator Han!"

No one else came.

It is Han Yong, curator Han, who was sent to kill Haotian by the Korean family of peninsula!