llecting them!"Cui Zhiyuan just handed over all the outstanding payments from the entire sales department to Chen Ping!Chen Ping didn't refuse either. Even if Cui Zhiyuan didn't give it to him, Chen P......and Chen Ping's aura was slowly fading and waning!
"Ah…………How could this be, why"
Chen Ping roared in agony!
He hasn't even met his own mother yet, Su Yuqi is still suffering, and he hasn't been able to save her. He doesn't even know what his identity is.
Can that be it Is that how he died
Chen Ping was unwilling, but the aura on his body quickly dissipated. Finally, Chen Ping's body collapsed with a loud crash!
He wanted to climb back up, but found that his body had no strength at all!
Fan Jiang stepped forward and coldly looked down at Chen Ping!
And Chen Ping is now, just as Fan Jiang said, like a dead dog, ready to be slaughtered!
"You have quite a few treasures on you. It seems I can't just send you straight to hell..."
Fan Jiang sneered.
Chen Ping did not speak, he was still trying his best, he wanted to stand up!
Although there was no trace of spiritual power left in his body, Chen Ping had to stand up with the strength of his own body.
Even in death, he would not die like a dead dog!
Just as Chen Ping's head was lifting up, it was kicked down by Fan Jiang.
Thump.......
With great effort, he managed to lift his upper body, only to have it fall back down with a heavy thud.
"Stop struggling, it's useless. Now hand over all your valuables, I'll let you choose the most comfortable way to die..."
Fan Jiang looked down at Chen Ping, a sneer playing on his face!
"You're dreaming..."
Chen Ping glared fiercely at Fan Jiang!
Although he knew he was going to die, Chen Ping would not let Fan Jiang get anything!
"Well, since you're not going to give it up, I'll crush your skull..."
Fan Jiang, speaking, lifted his foot and stomped toward Chen Ping's head!
Before Ke Fanjiang's foot could even touch the ground, it came to a halt in mid-air!
He felt a powerful aura coming toward him!
Then, a figure appeared out of the distance!
I can't see the person walking, but their figure is rapidly approaching!
Fan Jiang's heart skipped a beat, he retracted his foot and stared intently at the person who had arrived!
The visitor was wearing a suit, glasses, and had a very scholarly look.
But the aura emanating from him was extremely powerful. When Fan Jiang saw who it was, his face immediately turned very ugly!
"Mr. Shi……………"
Fan Jiang's eyes narrowed slightly!
Mr. Shi didn't even glance at Fan Jiang, but instead fixed his gaze on Chen Ping, who was covered in blood!
"Your temper, when will you ever hone it so that it's not so impulsive..."
After Mr. Shi finished speaking, he gently waved his hand, a gentle wind swept over Chen Ping, and he suddenly felt a surge of power in his body and stood up!
Mr. Shi…………
Chen Ping faced Mr. Shi, his face filled with embarrassment!
"You have the chance to escape, why not Is it just because of a few taunting words"
"What a few words can do Before you have absolute strength, forbearance is what you should do most."
"Knowing full well that it's impossible, yet still doing it, is like courting death!"
"Not every time will you have such good luck, and not every time will someone come to save you!"
"Do you know how many people are waiting for you Your life doesn't belong to you, there are so many people counting on you."
"Do you understand what I'm saying"
Mr. Shi's face was calm, but every word he spoke carried an extremely stern tone!
It's just like an elder scolding their own child!
Chen Ping's face flushed red and white as Mr. Shi spoke, and he hung his head low, like a child who had done something wrong!
Fan Jiang stood beside him, but Mr. Shi treated him as if he were air, which made Fan Jiang's anger burn uncontrollably!
"Shi, today I'm going to kill Chen Ping. Do you want to interfere"
Fan Jiang flushed red with anger and shouted at Mr. Shi. could control these people from the Miao village. There's also the Protectorate Pavilion in Kyoto, responsible for protecting the city's safety. They are all martial artists. If a few powerful mages...