"Is it really possible?"
Qin Huai's eyes were filled with a mixture of anticipation, nervousness, killing intent, and magnificence. He did not expect that he would be thinking of a way to join the Blood Poison Gang, and Yang Erbao actually offered an olive branch himself.
The old saying was indeed true: geniuses would not be buried no matter where they went. As long as the Blood Poison Gang had some foresight, they would not miss a poison path genius like him!
"Of course!" Yang Erbao spread his hands out sincerely, as if he was not a threat at all. "But you have to show your sincerity first."
"I understand." Qin Huai laughed and waved his hand casually.
Bang!
Blood mist surged behind him, and a ball of red and white mixed with broken bones splattered directly on Yang Erbao's face.
