The Chinese pigs must have torn it into pieces!”

After saying that, he turned into a sword and stabbed Qin Chao's head with a sharp edge.

A cold light exploded across the night sky, frightening Zhao Jingjing into screaming repeatedly.

Although this man blocked so many bullets with his body that day, he must have been wearing some kind of high-tech protective clothing!

Now this knife is aimed at the head. In such a place without any protection, isn't that person going to die?

Zhao Jingjing was frightened, but Qin Chao sneered disapprovingly.

"Stop." When the sword suddenly rushed in front of him, Qin Chao finally made a move.

He easily raised his right hand and pulled the three ninjas into the air.

Amidst the clattering sound of the chains, Qin Chao's right hand grasped the sharp blade of the Tai Dao.

The blade was imprinted on his palm, but not even a drop of blood came out.
Chapter completed!