"You have thirty minutes to regret.
After these thirty minutes, regretting will be useless."
Xiao Chen said indifferently.
"Boast! Keep boasting!"
The samurai laughed.
It's okay to brag about knowing Lin Xueyuan.
Even calling would mean speaking humbly.
But here you are, giving orders?
Who do you think you are?
Of course, these samurai didn't believe him.
"Boss, just get rid of this guy, stop wasting time."
The samurai suggested.
"No no no!"
Yagyū Jirō swallowed a piece of sashimi, smiling: "It's just half an hour, so wait half an hour.
I want to see.
Who he can invite.
Don't mention Lin Xueyuan and Murong Longxiao.
Even if a Family Head from a middle-grade noble clan comes.
I would have to kneel, if you have the ability, you should call!"
He didn't believe such a thing at all.
So he wasn't afraid at all.
However, half an hour hadn't passed yet.
Just over ten minutes.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside.
And a lot of people.
