"Young man, aren't you a little bit too arrogant?" Zhang Jingyao's tone also became a little soft, "This is my territory. No one dares to talk to me like this in my territory."
"I kill people regardless of the territory." Yang Ming shrugged and spoke indifferently.
"Murder?" Zhang Jingyao sneered at the corner of his mouth. "What an arrogant tone. Have you killed someone... Ugh..."
As Zhang Jingyao stopped speaking halfway through, there was a sleek transparent glass dagger placed on his neck. If he moved slightly, perhaps the dagger would pierce into him.
"Do you want to try?" Yang Ming asked faintly.
Zhang Jingyao's expression was filled with terror in the end. Although the bodyguards on the side pulled out their pistols and pointed it at Yang Ming, at the moment, Zhang Jingyao understood that if Yang Ming wanted his life, he would definitely be faster than these bodyguards' shots!
