Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Chapter 61 – Educating The Newbie
Translator: Mr Voltaire
Editor: Phoobiee
Director Ma felt torn. Although he wanted to comply with the two Senior Officials’ wishes and help the Qin family, Department Head Zhao greatly outranked him. It was simply too difficult to defend Qin Feng.
In an instant, the situation greatly changed and swung in the Hao family’s favour.
“There’s nothing left to say. That little bastard Qin Feng killed my grandson Hao Yun, and there’s enough evidence to prove he did it. I say we sentence him now; it’ll definitely be the death sentence.”
The room quickly fell silent, as though Qin Feng had really been given the death sentence. The only sound that could be heard was heavy breathing, and even Qin Huang wasn’t able to defend Qin Feng.
A lazy and unhappy sound cut through the silence.
“Since you disrespected me first by calling me a little bastard, I won’t give you face either. Oi… rotten old man, what right do you have to sentence me to death? And when did you see me kill your grandson? That guy was killed by a muscular and bearded man, who has already escaped. You should be hunting him down now.”
“You… what did you just call me?” Hao Yun’s grandfather suddenly coughed as his face twisted. He pointed at Qin Feng and roared, “You little bastard, even if you didn’t kill Hao Yun, you definitely killed an old man. An evildoer like you, who would kill a defenceless old man who didn’t even have the strength to truss up a chicken, deserves a hundred death sentences!”
Qin Feng was quite displeased that Hao Yun’s grandfather was still calling him a little bastard. “Rotten old man, don’t try to play dumb. That dead old man was a top-notch expert; don’t try to make him sound pitiful. If you ask me, I’d say he was probably a murderer escapee,” he replied.
Qin Feng wasn’t speaking nonsense. He simply didn’t believe that Uncle Feng had never killed anyone before. It was likely that he had killed people in the past and that he was seeking refuge. As such, he had found a backer to hide him as he evaded the police.
“Don’t
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