C322 Qin Yuan's Strength

Hand over Zhang Hu? The Black-clothed Short-haired Martial Cultivator certainly wouldn't comply. They were in the business of robbery, after all. Now that someone had claimed his prize, how could he simply relinquish it?

"We have no intention of handing over Zhang Hu. If you're wise, you'll leave now. Otherwise..." The man in black tightened his grip on his knife