Watching Xu Zimei approach step by step, the bald, fat man completely panicked.
His obese body kept retreating backward.
"You can't kill me, you can't kill me, my brother won't let you off," he said.
Xu Zimei's figure stopped in front of him, slowly crouching down.
He pressed his hand against the bald, fat man's head and said indifferently, "Go back and tell your brother to come see me with your head. I might consider sparing Senluo Hall.
Otherwise, I will make this organization completely disappear from Dark Corner City."
Hearing Xu Zimei's words, the bald, fat man was completely dumbfounded.
"Not leaving yet? Are you waiting for me to invite you to dinner?" Xu Zimei asked.
"Ah, I'm leaving, I'm leaving," the bald, fat man quickly came to his senses and scrambled out of the restaurant.
Xu Zimei stood up, and several people from the Martial Extreme Holy Sect hurried over.
"Many thanks, young master," Shang Xiaoxiao said to Xu Zimei with earnest eyes.
