C822 Pressure

They could already feel the smell of gunpowder on Qin Zhaoyi's body, as well as the intense hostility in his eyes.

The spearhead seemed to be pointing straight at that outsider.

"Brother Zhaoyi, do you have a grudge with that guy? Who is he? Why haven't I seen him before?" someone asked carefully.

Qin Zhaoyi sneered and briefly explained what had happened at the door