"Zhao Ye, my master said that you can give you a way out, but this child must be handed over to us. I will give you the last minute, so you have to think clearly."

Wei Qing pointed to the black-faced man holding a machete and said, "This man is named Jiang Wenbin. He is the personal disciple of Jiang Hong, the old man of the Jiang family. His martial arts realm has also reached the middle stage of innateness."

Jiang Hong is the most powerful member of the Jiang family, and he is also the president of the Qin Provincial Shangwu Organization.

Wei Qing had done homework to the Jiang family and the Zhao Qian and Sun families before, so he could recognize the key figures in these families at this moment.

Chen Xingran looked at the two groups of people below and said, "The warrior from the Zhao family should be the strongest person in the Zhao family at present, right?"

Wei Qing nodded: "It should be."

Chen Xingran said: "The Zhao family sent all the strongest warriors here to guard this child. It seems that the Zhao family will never give up on resistance."

As Chen Xingran expected, Zhao Ye also took out a dagger with a blade, and threw the dagger scabbard at Jiang Wenbin's feet.

"What's the point of being useless? If you want to do it, I'll be afraid of you!"

Jiang Wenbin said angrily: "Looking for death!"

After Jiang Wenbin finished speaking, his subordinates rushed towards the Zhao family.

"Bang bang bang!"

Someone in the Zhao family took out his own fire guns. After a wave of fire guns was shot, seven or eight Jiang family members fell to the ground.

However, the Jiang family who came today were not vegetarians. The person who was not shot waved the sharp weapon in his hand and directly slashed the bodyguards of the Zhao family.

With a wail and scream, a large area of ​​Zhao's family was cut down.

At this moment, Zhao Ye and Jiang Wenbin also started the fight. They didn't come up and tried to kill them.

After just a few meetings, the two decided the outcome.

The dagger in Zhao Ye's hand fell to the ground. His knees softened and he half knelt on the ground. He looked down at his chest. A long hole was cut from his chest to his stomach, and some internal organs had rolled out.

Zhao Ye stared at Jiang Wenbin with his eyes closed, gritted his teeth and said, "You, you have actually reached the peak of innateness... Your Jiang family is about to give birth to a martial artist in the realm... Tianjue, my Zhao family...."

Zhao Ye's last sentence, I, the Zhao family, finished saying that, and he died completely.

When the remaining Zhao family saw that Zhao Ye was dead, they completely lost the idea of ​​resistance, threw away the guys in their hands, and lay on the ground one by one.

Jiang Wenbin scolded the Zhao family and said, "Get out of here and go back and tell Zhao Yong that your Zhao family is over."

A little leader of the Zhao family couldn't help but ask: "Old Zhao will be back sooner or later. Are you not afraid of Mr. Zhao's revenge if you do this?"

Jiang Wenbin laughed a few times at first, then walked to the child who was trembling with fear. He grabbed the child's chin with his blood-stained hands.

"Child, tell him, did Mr. Zhao go to the west? Or did he go to the west? If you don't tell the truth, you will see my uncle's machete?"

The child's body trembled. He lowered his head and said stammeringly for a long time: "The grandfather of the Zhao family is dead!"

The little leader of the Zhao family looked shocked. He stared at the child and asked, "That's not what you said at the conference!"
Chapter completed!