C253 Where Are the Rats!

Then.

The biting cold intent in Zhang Henn's eyes suddenly popped out.

He suddenly took a step forward. His voice was as loud as a bell as he shouted.

"Slave Trade Chamber of Commerce, Guild Suppressing Old Ancestor, Zhang Henn, come to the Assassin Alliance to pay your respects. Where are you scoundrels?!"

. . .

At the same time