"Click——"

Ye Hao didn't waste any time and kicked out Wan Yanhen's other leg.

Wan Yanhen, whose legs were broken, completely collapsed on the ground, with a look of unspeakable pain on his face.

He supported his body with both hands and held up his last bit of pride.

At this time, Ye Hao casually picked up an island nation's long knife from the ground, put the tip of the knife against Wan Yanhen's throat, and then spoke lightly.

"Wan Yanhen, I know that you think you are a nobody."

"You don't mind playing with me."

"But, I can tell you."

"If it were normal, I would still play with you slowly, break your hand bones, and make you completely disabled."

"It's a pity that it concerns my wife. I don't have the patience right now."

"Let me ask you one last time, where is he?"

"If you don't tell me, you will die, and I can find it myself."

Hearing Ye Hao's words, feeling the unbridled murderous intent in Ye Hao's eyes, feeling the coldness of the island country's sword in Ye Hao's hand, and looking forward to death, Wan Yanhen, with a look of disdain on his face, suddenly trembled subconsciously.

No matter how strong he is, his biggest trump card is that Ye Hao doesn't dare to kill himself.

But now, Ye Hao looked like he would kill himself if he didn't speak, which made Wan Yanhen, who had always been confident, feel extremely frightened.

"What? A scholar can't be killed but cannot be humiliated?"

Ye Hao looked at Wan Yanhen who was extremely entangled at the moment and spoke calmly.

"In this regard, you are not as good as your father."

"After your father failed that year, he still knew how to endure hardships, three years and three years later."

"And after you failed, not only did you deny it, but you even drove yourself to a dead end just for the sake of your own motivation."

"It seems that you are not as good as your father!"

Wanyanhen's eyes twitched, and he hesitated in his heart.

Ye Hao continued to press: "You thought that after death, your father would take revenge on you, but if I guess correctly, you have other brothers and sisters."

"Your death will clear the way for them to ascend to the throne."

"At that time, in order to preserve their strength, not only would they not seek revenge from me, they might even make you history."

"Your death is insignificant and has no value. What a pity..."

Having said this, Ye Hao slowly pressed down on the long sword of the island country in his hand.

The sharp tip of the knife pierced Wanyanhen's skin, and the sharp stinging sensation made him completely calm down.

When a person lives his whole life, he does have dignity, pride and face.

But the problem is, everything is in vain if one dies!

If he dies, everything that originally belonged to him will be completely divided up.

Wanyan hates such a person, how can he be willing to do so!?

The next moment, he gritted his teeth slightly and said in a deep voice: "Let him go!"

"I'll let him go now!"

Ye Hao slowly took back the long sword of the island country in his hand.

After Wan Yanhen glanced at Ye Hao with a complicated expression, he took out a mobile phone from his body and quickly dialed a number.

Soon, a voice with a hint of an island country came from the other side: "Master Wanyan, what are your instructions?"

"Sakura Miyamoto, bring Zheng Man'er back! Quick!"

Wanyanhen almost roared and spoke.

Hearing the name Miyamoto Sakura, Ye Hao frowned slightly. He instinctively felt that it was a bit familiar, but he still said lightly: "Miss Miyamoto, right? Sorry, I am Ye Hao."

"I'm here to warn you, if something happens to Zheng Man'er, there will be something wrong with Wan Yanhen."
Chapter completed!