Watching Qin Bancheng's cautious demeanor, Qin Chuan frowned and said displeasedly, "Wasn't it you who begged me to treat the Guardian of the Eight? If you don't trust me, why don't you do it yourself?"
Qin Bancheng hurriedly shook his head, turned around, and as he walked away, he said, "I'm going to prepare the things Mr. Qin needs."
"Hmph!"
Qin Chuan let out a cold snort.
He was not a generous person; if he had not been stronger than these people, he would have already become a cold corpse.
If it were not for his fear of the Guardian Hall, he would have killed the Guardian of the Eight long ago.
Since he couldn't kill them, he might as well thoroughly disgust the Guardian of the Eight.
Qin Chuan coldly looked at the Guardian of the Eight lying nearby and said, "Don't you highly value your face? Today, I will let you thoroughly lose it."
