It was like he was surrounded by seventy or eighty people; if he didn't surrender, he would be shot to death.
Ninth Master was very good at understanding that those who are pragmatic and opportunistic are wise.
He threw away the gun in his hand and slowly stood up with his hands raised.
"Yaka, what are you doing?"
"Uncle Jiu is treating you to good food and drinks. He originally wanted to see if you were having a good time and if you needed anything!"
I didn't expect you to wipe out all my men the moment I walked in. What do you mean by this?
Yaka stood on the second floor and clapped softly. Standing next to him were Ouyang Zhenyu and Chu Wu and his group.
Everyone Yaka brought was armed at this moment.
It formed an encirclement.
"Slap! Slap!"
"Just tell them you really appreciate my kindness. You drugged my drink and my food too."
This is good wine and good food; if I finish eating it, I'll die today.
From now on, this day will be the anniversary of my death, right, Uncle Nine?
If Yaka was initially skeptical, seeing this scene chilled her to the bone.
He knew that the exploitation among family members was extremely cruel, especially among his grandfather's brothers.
Grandpa was the winner, so naturally he had to step on the blood of his other brothers.
By their generation, their grandfather's favoritism had caused resentment among their siblings.
Yaka never wanted to follow in her grandfather's bloody footsteps.
He hoped that his brothers and sisters could be friendly and peaceful, so he told himself that from a young age.
He could give up everything, even if it meant being a young master who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun.
Even though he has left the stage, there are still people who want his life.
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