"Young master, we beg you as well. If possible, please kill this Qiongqi!" As he spoke, Xiong Wang and Sisters No. 1 through 5 walked over respectfully, knelt on the ground, and pleaded for Zhang Xiaohao to kill this Qiongqi.
"Ai!" Zhang Xiaohao let out a sigh.
He flipped his right hand, took out a panda cigarette, pinched it between two fingers, a strand of golden flame appeared at his fingertips and lit it. He squinted his eyes, took a drag, and streams of smoke slowly spilled out of his mouth.
"Young master!" Hongyi knelt on the ground, begging once more.
"Ai! It's not that I refuse to make a move, it's that the time hasn't come yet!" Zhang Xiaohao exhaled a mouthful of smoke and spoke calmly.
"Young master, what's wrong?" Hongyi asked anxiously.
"Wait." Zhang Xiaohao said.
Meeting Hongyi's fiery gaze, he thought for a moment and then spoke again.
"But I can promise you this: once the time comes, I will make a move and suppress this Qiongqi!" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.
