"Run them over?"
The disciples of the Divine Life Palace behind Jian Wushuang were all shocked.
"P-Palace Master, at most, we can just stop them from boarding the ship. It's not very good to just run them over, right?" a disciple of the Divine Life Palace stuttered.
Jian Wushuang ignored him and stared at the old man, who was the leader of the refugees, with a cold expression.
"Hehe." The mournful-looking old man suddenly laughed.
"Little Kid, tell me, how did you see through it?"
The old man slowly stood up. The grief on his face had disappeared. Instead, he stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. His eyes revealed a touch of greed.
As the old man laid his cards on the table, the refugees behind him also stood up, their faces filled with ferocity.
"Chief, don't waste your breath on this little kid. Just kill them all and take their Cosmic Boats!"
