"Qin, why are you wasting so much nonsense on him?"
A rough voice suddenly broke the silent atmosphere, accompanied by a burly giant with a broad back and shoulders.
The visitor stood over two meters tall, his muscles knotty and tough, and wore only a black tank top, revealing his head, neck, chest, shoulders, and arms, all covered in tattoos.
This giant had a bald head, his appearance only describable as fiendish.
He plopped down beside Qin Qin, grabbed a glass of wine from the coffee table, and drank it all in one go, then bared his teeth at Wang Chen: "Boy, you're something, killing so many of my brothers!"
Wang Chen asked with interest: "Are you the boss of the Black Dragon Association?"
"My name is Hei Kui."
The giant sneered: "Remember this name."
Wang Chen nodded: "Mm."
This made the opponent feel a bit at a loss.
In fact, both Qin Qin and Hei Kui could keenly perceive Wang Chen's "oddity."
He was really too calm.
