Behind him stood over twenty underlings, crowding the already cramped corridor to the brim; it was clear that they intended to make it impossible for Wang Hao and He Peng to escape today even if they grew wings.
"No wonder my poison powder had no effect on you, so you have a body that's immune to all poisons!"
Xing Hua said with a sneer.
"But even if you're immune to all poisons and I didn't poison you to death today, you've come into my territory. With so many of us here, do you really think we'd let you leave alive?"
"Even if you get to the King of Hell, you won't be able to complain about me, because your fate today is entirely of your own doing—you have it coming! You killed my father, and now you must pay with your life!"
"Oh? Is that so?"
Wang Hao suddenly stood up and with one kick, sent the hotel manager flying out, smashing against the wall and spewing a mouthful of fresh blood, then lay on the ground unable to move.
