Looking at this polite so-called young lady, Ye Hao smiled and said, "You are dying, right?"
Hearing this, the audience was slightly silent.
The eldest lady looked at Ye Hao with an incredible look on her face.
The other men in suits were all in an instant and they were facing a great enemy. Many of them even reached their right hand directly to their waists. Obviously, they were about to find a firearm if they had disagreements.
"Bastard, you actually dare to curse our eldest lady!?"
Yang Zhaxi rushed over first, as if he was about to shoot Ye Hao's forehead.
Ye Hao ignored Yang Zhaxi, but looked at the girl and said lightly: "You have a fragrance, as plain as the fragrance of flowers, but at the same time it has a bit of sweetness."
"This is not perfume, but a kind of plant juice."
"This plant is called tracking grass."
"As long as a little juice drops on you, you will have this smell on you for at least ten days and half a month."
"And experienced killers and hunters can all smell this and find where you are."
"This thing was originally used to track prey outside your borders."
"But in this era, the use of this thing is basically killing people. Am I right?"
Hearing Ye Hao's words, Yang Zhaxi's face darkened and she said, "Boy, you are just a person from the Central Plains!"
"Although we still know the tracking grass outside the border?"
"I tell you, don't attract attention in front of us outsiders!"
“No sense!”
"Do you know who we are?"
"She is from the Golden Elephant Tribe of the Wolf Clan outside the Frontier..."
Speaking of this, Yang Zhaxi suddenly realized something and shut up quickly.
"Anyway, don't whine here anymore. If you talk nonsense, I'll kill you!"
While speaking, Yang Zhaxi took out the firearm at his waist unscrupulously, and then turned on the security directly, trying to push the firearm against Ye Hao's forehead.
"Noisy!"
Ye Hao was too lazy to talk nonsense with Yang Zhaxi. He was not very interested in this aggressive guy.
At this moment, Ye Hao just stepped on his right foot and heard a crisp sound. The wooden floor in the VIP waiting hall broke, and a piece of wood flew out directly, hitting Yang Zhaxi's right hole.
Yang Zhaxi screamed, and the firearm in his hand came out.
But before he could react, the firearm had already fallen into Ye Hao's hands.
Ye Hao casually opened the firearm's insurance, then pressed it on Yang Zhaxi's forehead, and said lightly: "Guess, do I dare to pull the trigger now!?"
This scene shocked the audience.
Yang Zhaxi's expression was even more difficult to see. He never thought that Ye Hao's skills were so terrible.
However, after his ugly face, he was replaced by a touch of solemnity and admiration.
Among the wolf clan outside the Great Wall, the most respected thing everyone respects is the strong.
As long as you are strong enough, you will be able to receive enough courtesy.
At this time, Yang Zhaxi instinctively regretted why he was whining in front of Ye Hao.
The other men in suits instinctively stepped forward, pulled out the firearm in their hands, and wanted to protect the lady's safety.
"Retreat for me!"
At this time, the young lady spoke in a sweet voice.
"It was our fault, you are still here to fight and kill!"
"Are you going to throw my face away?"
Hearing this, more than a dozen men in suits lowered their firearms with a hesitant look on their faces.