Zhang Xiaohao coldly looked at the scene before him. From the people of the Jubao Building in front of him, he felt a deep hostility, especially from Ju Tianbao, whose emanating hostility seemed even stronger, almost tearing the sky apart.
"Idiots! They don't even know how to restrain their killing intent. It's a miracle that your Jubao Building has survived until now!" Zhang Xiaohao thought disdainfully to himself.
Whoosh!
A figure flashed, landing directly beside Qingyi Hong.
"Let's go!" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.
After speaking, he turned and walked forward.
"Master, are we just going to let them off so easily?" Qingyi Hong asked, puzzled.
