When Qin Hao's words fell, everyone present was stunned.
A freak, who is he?
Instinctively glancing at Young Master Wang, everyone understood.
So it's Young Master Wang in that flirtatious pink outfit!
"Heavens!" Wang Wei grabbed his head, looking at Qin Hao as if he were an idiot: "You pathetic country bumpkin, do you really want to die?"
Qin Hao did not speak, he just continued to pressure Young Master Wang coldly: "Starting the count now, one second."
Young Master Wang laughed, a laugh full of madness: "Don't you know you're going to have your legs broken today?"
"Two!"
Qin Hao continued to coldly announce the second number.
"Screw you!"
Young Master Wang grabbed a stool from the floor and smashed it toward Qin Hao's head, "Die!"
Bam!
A dull sound echoed, Young Master Wang's hand went numb from the shock. The stool fell to the ground.
Then, his eyes widened, showing a ghost-like expression.
Qin Hao slightly raised his arm, seemingly blocking that attack.
