Master Head of the Dragon Soul

In an instant, Wei Qilin chopped off Jin Hui's five fingers.

Blood instantly covered the entire table, and this gruesome scene frightened the small models in the private room.

Even the subordinates couldn't help but feel a chill, their hearts pounding in fear.

Jin Hui clenched his teeth tightly, not daring to make a sound. His face turned pale, and cold sweat streamed down his face. Wei Qilin casually threw the dagger on the ground and calmly looked at Jin Hui.

"Does it hurt?"

Jin Hui gritted his teeth, his voice trembling. "No, it doesn't hurt."

Wei Qilin smiled softly. "This is to remind you that no matter the reason, you must complete the tasks I assign to you."

"Otherwise, the next thing you lose might be your life."

Jin Hui immediately knelt down and bowed, apologizing, "Thank you, Millie, for sparing my life. I will fulfill my duties and never disappoint you."

Wei Qilin waved his hand, and his eyes narrowed.

"But the person you mentioned seems to have some skills. He managed to gain support from Li Hongtu and Jang Tiansheng. Even the Xiao family, who are mere freeloaders, dare to make a move against the Martial Arts Alliance."

A fierce killing intent surged through him, making people feel as if they were in an icy cave.

"These traitors have completely forgotten who elevated them to their current status. They have turned around and bitten their master. It's truly disrespectful."

"Jin Gang, I'll leave this matter to you. Send these traitors who dare to offend my father and the Martial Arts Alliance to hell!" Wei Qilin's eyes flickered with a sinister light.

In the corner of the room, a silent giant stood up. Even when he was sitting, his body was like a small mountain. Standing up, he was over two and a half meters tall, like a giant.

His muscular body exuded a sense of oppression, and the aura of death and cruelty emanating from him made people tremble with fear.

"Good!"

He responded in a deep voice, his voice like thunder, sending shivers down people's spines. Licking his lips, a hint of bloodthirsty sharpness appeared.

Jin Hui's heart couldn't help but race.

Jin Gang, one of the four great generals under the Nonamillennial of the Martial Arts Alliance, may be the weakest among the four, but he is still an extremely powerful martial arts expert. He has followed the Nonamillennial, Wei Zhongxian, for over twenty years, contributing to the glorious achievements of the Martial Arts Alliance.

It is rumored that these four great warlords have all reached the pinnacle of the ninth rank of martial arts, and with one more step, they will become what is known as "god level" beings that surpass the limits of humanity!

Unexpectedly, this time Millie came to Yenching and actually brought him along, which truly shocked Jin Hui.

"As for that person named Chu Feng..." Wei Qilin narrowed his eyes, his hands twirling the pair of jade finger rings, seemingly already furious to the extreme but still unsure of how to take revenge and find relief.

Jin Hui gritted his teeth and immediately said, "Millie, please give me another chance. I will definitely torment this person until he begs for mercy, allowing you to vent your anger."

"Not only will I make him give up the piece of land in Yenching that he bought today, but I will also take back all of his assets, leaving him with nothing."

Wei Qilin smiled sinisterly. "And his woman, she's quite something."

"I want him to personally witness me assaulting his woman."

"Remember, this is your last chance." Wei Qilin lazily stretched and tore open the shirt of a nearby model. Like a beast, he directly pressed down and indulged himself as if there was no one else around. "Remember, my subordinates, I don't keep useless people!"