Han Zhuang took off his clothes, revealing his muscular body.

He grabbed the table and with one force, the table legs were ripped off by him.

Slapping the table legs in his hands, Han Zhuang sneered at the butler: "Do you think ten servants can deal with me?"

The housekeeper smiled disdainfully and took out a gun from his arms.

He pointed the muzzle of the gun at Han Zhuang, with a sharp voice and a mocking look on his face: "What age are you in, and you still have fists and kicks?"

Han Zhuang raised his hands.

"We entertained you with delicious food and drinks, but you were not satisfied and actually killed one of our brothers. In this case, you don't blame us." The steward first talked about his own justice, and then waved his hand, "Enter

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The servants arrested the five Xia Yi people, locked them in the living room, locked the door and tied them tightly with iron chains.

The man with glasses told the story about the previous servant, and was beaten and thrown into a corner.
Chapter completed!