An Yi didn't expect Bi Xia to be so shameless, "Bi Xia! You'd better be careful, or we'll take out your people directly. By then, even if you bring ten thousand men, don't think you can get them back!"
Bi Xia sarcastically glanced at An Yi, "Then kill them. Having you guys buried with my brother isn't so bad. After all, being buried with someone is a privilege of emperors."
"Don't think just because you have more people, we can't tell who will bury whom," An Yi retorted.
With a cold gaze, Bi Xia turned to look at the young man next to him, "Chi, what do we do? He's threatening us."
Meng Chi chuckled lightly, pressing down the brim of his hat, "There's no choice, we can only fight fire with fire."
As he spoke, Meng Chi exchanged a glance with Bi Xia. Receiving Bi Xia's signal, he waved his hand, and Wang Xing behind him turned and led four brothers toward the van behind them.
Opening the door, they dragged out one man and two women from inside.
