Bang!
The blue and white porcelain bowl on the table fell to the ground.
Zhao Qiankun stepped out, and the room was filled with a crazed wind.
His face was cold as ice, chilling people to the core, "Qin Hao, I admit you've successfully provoked me."
Qin Hao calmly ate his pine snow cake, wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Are you in such a rush to die?"
"Ha!" Zhao Qiankun laughed furiously, feeling extremely troubled inside.
He was determined to keep his heart clear.
But in the end, he was still provoked by Qin Hao to lose his composure.
At the same time, he was deeply puzzled about how Zhao Heisha really died.
Logically speaking, with his strength, few people in Beijing could kill him.
Even if surrounded, with Zhao Heisha's ability, escaping would still be possible.
So, how did he die?
It was as if Qin Hao could see his confusion and smiled, "Do you think the Zhao Family is invincible in Beijing?"
This fellow reminded Zhao Qiankun.
