"Thank you!" Nafel thanked Zhuo Yifan sincerely, and then fixed his gaze on Xinx in the center.
"Xinx, you stole my things, aren't you ready to hand them over now? I already know your identity, do you think you can still run away? You should also know that in the eyes of our Holy See,
Don't knead the sand. Are you planning to make enemies of the mafia?" Nafir stared at Xinx with an unkind expression and scolded him coldly.
"Nafel, I really didn't think you would track me all the way to this place! It seems that your perseverance is really strong. But I took your bishop's badge and didn't say not to return it to you. Give me one month's
I will naturally return the time to you, what do you think?" Xinx stared at Nafir with an ugly expression and discussed.
"Hmph!" Nafir couldn't help but snorted coldly when he heard this, and even more rudely mocked: "After a month, you really dare to speak! Don't you understand the purpose of this protagonist's badge? You
I’m not interested in knowing what’s going on in my heart. I just want the protagonist badge back. If you give it to me now, I can let you go. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude to you!”
"Do you really think you can take the badge back from my hand?" Xinx's face darkened, but he snorted disapprovingly.
"Are you trying to force me to do something?" No matter how good-tempered Nafir is, he will inevitably get angry at this time. This shameless person stole his own things, and now he seems to have been wronged!
"Hand over the things and let you live. It took a lot of effort to reach your current level. What a pity it would be to die?" Zhuo Yifan said with a faint sneer.
Hearing this, Xinkes frowned, his green eyes fixed on Zhuo Yifan, and said with suspicion: "Who are you? Why are you meddling in other people's business? You are definitely not from the Holy See, why?
Want to confront our mafia?"
"I have no interest in the mafia and the white hand. I don't want to embarrass you for no reason. It's just that you stole my friend's things and you should hand them over as soon as possible. As long as you admit your mistake, I will take it for granted.
This thing has never happened. But if you are stubborn, then no wonder I am rude!" Zhuo Yifan explained calmly.
"Since when did the United States have such a powerful cultivator like you? Besides the Long family, there is also the Zhuo family! In the United States, only members of these two families are cultivators. Which side are you from?"
He asked with suspicion on his face.
"It seems that I don't need to explain it to you so clearly. What we are talking about now is your business! Hand over the things obediently, and I guarantee that you will not die. Otherwise, you will only die in an ugly way. I am not kidding you,
I have this strength, if you don't believe it, just give it a try!" Zhuo Yifan sneered, and all the aura in his body burst out without leaving any trace. The moment the powerful spiritual pressure was revealed, Xinx followed Na
Phil's expression changed slightly. And the former's expression was even more ugly!
"Young man, you are too arrogant!" Xinx gritted his teeth and stared at Zhuo Yifan with an unkind expression, obviously irritated by Zhuo Yifan's aggressive attitude.
"I won't talk nonsense to you. I just want to know whether you want to return the things to my friend?" Zhuo Yifan snorted with an indifferent expression.
Xinx's face was gloomy, but he gritted his teeth and did not respond. It was obvious that he was looking for an opportunity or had other ideas. In short, he was stalling for time.