Hearing Qin Biao's words, everyone was moved. Welcoming Qin Tian and giving up the identity of the eldest son and grandson meant that he had to give up the inheritance rights of the old Qin family.
Is this bet too big?
Because at least on the surface, Qin Biao has already occupied a stable winning situation. He can completely retreat behind the scenes and rely on mobilizing his subordinates and various connections to strangle Qin Tian.
Why did he still go into battle in person?
Qin Tian was not surprised by this. He still understood this younger brother.
This person is cruel by nature and extremely competitive. The prey he likes must be crushed with his own hands in order to satisfy the violent factor in his heart.
He no longer cares about the position of Lao Qin's eldest son and grandson, as well as his inheritance rights. If he wanted to, he hoped that he would never have any interaction with anyone in this family in this life.
However, he was a little curious about Qin Biao's bet being so big.
"What do you want if I lose?" he asked in a deep voice.
Qin Biao smiled slightly: "Your bone marrow."
What?
Everyone was surprised again.
Qin Biao bet his future, but what he wanted was Qin Tian's life.
"What, do you dare?"
"If you don't dare, I can find another way."
Facing Qin Biao's aggressive general, Qin Tian sneered.
"I don't care about the position of Lao Qin's eldest son and grandson."
"If you lose, hand over Yang Dao. Then, answer me a question."
"Is it that simple?" Qin Biao raised his eyebrows. He didn't care about Yang Dao's life at all.
What he was curious about was what issue could make Qin Tian pay so much attention to it and be willing to use his identity as the heir of the old Qin family to replace it.
He stared at Qin Tian, his eyes flickering. Soon, he seemed to have guessed what Qin Tian was going to ask, and his face changed slightly.
"good!"
"That's it!"
"Three days later, we'll see each other in Dahuang Mountain."
With that said, he turned around and left.
"Wait a minute!" A dull voice sounded, and behind Qin Tian, a middle-aged man with a red face walked out of the crowd.
His eyes were stern, revealing a firm will and a faint murderous aura.
The rough and strong hands tightly grasped the handle of the knife at the waist. The slender scimitar had graceful curves, like the narrowed eyes of the god of death.
The king of Miao swords, Ma Hongtao.
Now, he is already the leader of the Five Hell Kings. The Miao Dao Group he leads are all selected soldiers from the Miao territory.
Courageous and good at fighting, indomitable.
In the south, it has established a firm foothold and has become the trump card force that intimidates Xiaoxiao.
Ma Hongtao, who became the leader of a party, has a restrained aura and is much calmer than before.
"Um?"
Qin Biao was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and said with great interest: "What are you going to do?"
Ma Hongtao bowed down and asked Qin Tian for instructions, his voice was low and righteous.
"Brother Tian, after hearing about the deeds of that man named Yang Dao, I really want to have a fight with him."
"Please approve."
Qin Tian looked playful. What Yang Dao did was outrageous and outrageous. After Ma Hongtao learned about it, he couldn't bear it.
What he said was that he wanted to fight Yang Dao, but in fact, he just wanted to beat him up and vent his anger.
In addition, Qin Biao is too arrogant. If he can beat Yang Dao, it will also suppress his arrogance.
Qin Tian looked at Qin Biao and sneered: "What do you think?"
Before Qin Biao could speak, Yang Dao said in a deep voice: "My subordinate is willing to go to war and suppress his arrogance!"
"Master, please approve!"
Qin Biao sneered: "Today is the wedding of the Iron Thirteen Kings, how can there be no entertainment program?"