C163 Poison of Finger-lice

Unfortunately, if I had met his Thirteen Needles, I'm afraid I would still be lacking.

"Oh, oh, then let's do it." Uncle Jin was relieved when he heard that. He put the small knife with a red belt on the table. Qin Zhong's mouth twitched when he saw Uncle Jin's arrogant look.

He had thought that the uncle was quite imposing just now, but now it seemed that he was a greasy and wretched uncle