Power of Money novel Chapter 810

"Let's attend the ceremony, Your Honors!"

Along with Yama Heaven and Old Snake kneeling down on one knee, all the members of the Bao and Snake teams in the crowd bowed down one after another. They moved in unison and roared in unison, and the sound rang through the clouds.

Samar stopped where he was and looked at the group of people in front of him with his eyes full of shock.

There were fifty of them in total.

All of them consisted of Bao Bao troops and Snake troops from the Seven Kill Army.

Even the two captains, Yan Luotian and Old Snake, were also kneeling on one knee. They didn't even dare to raise their heads. Obviously, they were frightened!

"What are they doing?" Samar woke up from the short shock and reproached them angrily at once.

However, it seemed that these people in front of him couldn't hear him at all. They all knelt on the ground and lowered their heads. The scene was extremely quiet at once.

"Can't I hear you?"

Samar was furious. In front of such an underling, his words were treated as farting by them one after another! Samar was furious from embarrassment. He immediately took two steps forward and raised his leg to kick the head of a Snake Team Snake Team.

"F*ck, is your ears deaf? Can't you understand what I'm talking about?"

Samar was wearing black cloth shoes with a Thousand Layers. His soles directly landed on the opposite person's head. As he stamped down hard, he said in a stern voice, "I'll give you another chance now. Answer me. Do you want to listen to me or not?"

The members of the Snake Team were all very agile.

However, no matter how nimble he was, he could not fight against the thigh of an adult with his neck.

He remained silent and allowed Samar to stamp his shoe on his head, kneel on the dirty body, and let his face stick to the ground in emergency. He rubbed his face hard, and gradually his face was lacerated by the floor, bleeding from the blood...

"Fu*k, I'll make him shut up! If he doesn't listen to me, I'll step on his head today and let him eat his food while betraying his master. I don't know who's the real master!"

Samar spoke as he used his feet to forcefully rubbed the disciple's feet against the floor.

However, his words seemed to be directed at him, but in fact, he was only pointing at the leaders of the two teams of the leopard snake team, and scolding them with words was not much more than that.

However, no matter how irascible and angry he was, these people on the scene seemed to ignore him. The entire stairs of the Dragon-gathering Hall were unusually silent. Only the explosive roars coming from his mouth sounded ear-piercing.

"Come here!"

Finally, Samar couldn't hold it in any longer. He pointed at his underlings who were standing behind this group of people and said.

"Big Boss."

A dragon head walked out and stood respectfully in front of him.

"Kill him."

Samar pointed to the Snake Team member under his feet whose left face had already been rubbed beyond recognition.

The dragon leader was stunned. Kill?

Since the gun was in his hand, why did he need to call for me to do it? Samar, who was famous for killing people like mahjong, when did he become so slow?

"Okay, let me do it."