"Who did you want Bit to kill just now?"

Ye Tianlong stepped forward step by step, his expression on his face became more slaughter, frightening like a demon.

Especially the scent of murder, made Castilla and the others feel suffocated, as if they could chop themselves to the ground with just one touch.

"Boy, don't you come here?"

Seeing Ye Tianlong getting closer and closer, Castilla and the others subconsciously stepped back a few meters, their arrogant expressions frightened for the first time.

They all worried that Ye Tianlong would break his neck.

Afterwards, Castilla remembered that this was his own territory, and that he was surrounded by his own people and the clubhouse, so he didn't dare to give Ye Tianlong ten courage.

So she was so embarrassed that she yelled: "Boy, this is the Lancheng Clubhouse, not the place where you run wild."

"Look at you, are you here to bid for the Expedition?"

"For the sake of General Uzbekistan's face, I don't care about you this time."

"But you have to know, this is not your country."

"Everyone who goes in and out here is either rich or expensive, and I can't afford to provoke you."

"Come on, go."

Seeing guests coming to join in the fun, and many familiar faces, Castilla became bolder and taught Ye Tianlong a lesson with his back.

Castilla was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he taught Ye Tianlong, who was in his twenties, to fall into the ears of the surrounding guests, but it was only natural.

Who said he was the first heir to the Western royal family? Who called him the most beloved nephew of General Hugo?

After Castilla finished speaking, he wanted to take his companions away. He wanted to get justice to the Pitbull, but after thinking about it, he still didn't want to make trouble.

After all, today is about the expedition bidding, and Ye Tianlong looks a bit tricky.

After preparing for the reception, he mobilized people to teach Ye Tianlong a lesson.

It's just that he just walked four or five meters, but he heard Ye Tianlong say indifferently: "Who let you go?"

"Who let me go?"

Castilla turned around furiously when he heard the words, with a sneer on his face: "Boy, you really want to die?"

"I know that it is not easy to be able to participate in the auction today, but I am even more of an existence that you cannot provoke."

"Don't say I won't let you participate in the bidding, just shoot you out. General Uzbekistan knows that he won't blame me."

Castilla was really angry.

"Yes, Castilla is the first prince of the West. He will inherit the throne in three years."

"Castia is still the adopted son of General Ugo. Are you sure you want to fight General Ugo?"

A Chanel girl with exquisite, stylish and beautiful makeup, with an Asian face, stood up carrying a small Kun bag, snorted coldly:

"I want to mix in Uzbekistan, and be more interesting."

After the Chanel girl pointed out the identity of Castilla, the other companions and guests all showed a playful smile, all thinking that Ye Tianlong would definitely get out.

Lu Xiaowu also said softly: "Tianlong, forget it..."

Ye Tianlong's expression remained calm and calm: "Don't talk nonsense, kneel down, apologize, palm your mouth ten times, and let you go."

"what?"

Everyone present thought they had heard it wrong.

They are all wealthy children. They knelt down to apologize and slapped their mouths. That is what they demand of others. When did others demand them?

The Chanel girl was taken aback when she saw this, and then shook her head, seeming to believe that Ye Tianlong did not know the height of the sky.

"After all, it came from that backward place in Huaxia, with serious brainwashing, strong self-esteem, and no humiliation."

"He doesn't know... Sometimes, bowing your head appropriately is the real great wisdom, arrogant, purely seeking death."

The Chanel girl shook her head, stopped talking about bloodliness, and woke up Ye Tianlong.

"Kneel? Palm mouth?"

Castilla laughed furiously, and then shouted at his companions: "Brothers, come on, beat him to death."

The dozen or so companions hesitated for a while, and finally wailed and rushed towards Ye Tianlong. There were so many people, they might be able to turn Ye Tianlong over.

"boom!"

Ye Tianlong gave a noncommittal sneer, grabbed a person, shook it violently, and flicked it.

"Boom boom!"

A dozen people all fell and flew out immediately, crashing into the ground and screaming, no one could stand up for a fight anymore.

In one round, the whole army was wiped out.

Castilla was stunned, and several female companions also stiffened.

The Chanel girl also hugged her chest subconsciously, feeling a sense of pressure inexplicably.

Ye Tianlong clapped his hands and leaned forward with a smile: "You can't come to kneel?"

Castilla's body was shaken, his face was full of horror, and he stepped back. He kept yelling, "Guard, guard..."

At this time, there were already a lot of curious spectators coming by.

Seeing Ye Tianlong slaughter the Quartet and seeing that the object was Castilla, everyone almost knew what was going on. It must be the savage prince making trouble.

But this time it seems to be a tough one. Seeing that, it seems to have suffered a lot.

Afterwards, they secretly shook their heads at Ye Tianlong, thinking which country's politician or royal family it was. They didn't expect it to be the Huaxia kid, which meant losing.

Over the past few decades, the Chinese have been deceived in the West, beating if they want, tipping if they want, kidnapping if they want to be kidnapped, they have always been a humble race.

Even if you are rich, you are only taking a lot of money and subsidies. Where can you compete with the king of the West?

It's just that Ye Tianlong at this moment is peaking their cognition.

"Papa Papa--"

Before Castilla could run a few meters, Ye Tianlong moved closer, holding Castilla's collar in one hand and bowing left and right at him with the other.

"Papa Papa--"

Ye Tianlong threw out ten mouths in one breath, hitting Castilla's cheeks to swell, and a few of his teeth fell, looking very miserable.

Castilla is very angry, trying to struggle but hard to do.

"boom--"

After hitting ten mouths, Ye Tianlong kicked Castilla with one kick, clapped his hands, carelessly.

Castilla fell to the ground, clutching his cheeks with bitterness, if he could, he would cut Ye Tianlong a thousand swords.

The audience was silent.

No matter the curious guests or the Chanel girl, they were shocked to see Castilla being beaten.

Then, everyone looked at Ye Tianlong with incredible gazes, unexpectedly he, the Chinese kid, would really dare to start.

"Are you crazy? Do you know who you beat? You're going to die..."

The Chanel girl couldn't help but screamed at Ye Tianlong: "He is a prince, a prince..."

She thought it was ridiculous and unbelievable. It was crazy that a Chinese descent even slapped a dozen of Western princes.

Who gave Ye Tianlong the qualifications? Who gave Ye Tianlong the courage?

She was very angry: "Do you understand respect and inferiority?"

"boom!"

Ye Tianlong stepped forward, slapped Castilla's face again, and flew the latter seven or eight meters away again.

Then he turned and looked at the Chanel girl:

"and then?"