Chapter 178 Throw It Out Through the Window

Hill is in his twenties and has the same strength as Zhang Xing, an intermediate mage.

This is because he is the grandson of Jason, the vice-president of the Royal Academy of Magic and Martial Arts. If he were in an ordinary noble family, he would be an intermediate magician at most.

Seeing that Hei Bao ignored him, Hill became uneasy.

"Great God of Mountains and Rivers, your people..."

Oh, he is still an earth magician, but his casting speed is too slow.

Hei Bao glanced disdainfully, picked up the knife and fork and forked a piece of meat in a civilized manner, took a sip of wine, and then raised his hand and slapped it.

"Crack!"

Burning pain came from his face, and Hill almost bit his tongue.

"You dare to hit me?"

"I am the grandson of Vice President Jason of the Royal Academy of Magical Martial Arts!"

"My grandfather was a junior demon emperor. He cut off one of his hands at the point of recognition. He knelt down and begged me for mercy!"

"Otherwise I will put everyone in your family in prison and make you suffer the pain of being whipped every day!"

Hei Bao took out his ears and hit him if he wanted to. Why are you so verbose?

Let him calm down.

Without saying a word, he stood up and grabbed Hill by the collar and dragged him toward the window.

"You...what are you going to do, ah!"

Hill was scared. This big black man was going to throw me out of the window. It was more than five meters high. If I didn't fall to death, I would be crippled!

"My grandfather is the Demon Emperor, you can't do this, he will kill you!"

"Let me go, let me go..."

Those who were watching the excitement stared blankly at the scene in front of them.

Let me go, this is a fierce man. He knows that his grandfather is the Demon Emperor and he dares to do it. He is too courageous.

In the Tianxing Empire, in addition to the high-level Demon Emperors who are the deans of the six major Demonic Martial Arts Academies, there are also a few junior and intermediate ones, and then there are only a few Martial Emperors.

Everyone's status is at the top of the empire, and anything involving these people is a big deal.

The big black man wanted to throw the Demon Emperor's grandson downstairs. Not to mention that he was half-dead. This act alone was enough to kill him several times.

This is really a big hole in the sky!

No matter what the origin of the black man is, he is dead now!

Heibao walked to the window without any hesitation.

"Go down, you!"

"ah……!"

"Plop!"

Hill screamed and fell in the middle of the food street, face down, and was smashed to pieces.

"Look, someone fell from the building!"

"Go over and see what's going on?"

"I wonder who was so unlucky as to fall down!"

"Someone is fighting again. It's really lively today. These noble young men must be well fed again. One fight every three days, one fight every five days!"

"It's not good, they only eat and fight..."

When the onlookers saw the man staggering up from the ground with his face covered in blood, someone recognized him.

"Isn't this Master Hill? He was beaten? Haha, how fresh it is!"

"I was beaten so badly that all my teeth were knocked out!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down, you'll be in trouble if he hears you..."

Hill wiped his face with his sleeve and kept spitting out the blood and broken teeth in his mouth.

I have never suffered such a loss. On weekdays, when I fight with other noble young masters, it is just a fight between my subordinates. They are just insulting each other and bickering.

After all, they all knew in their hearts that whoever really beat someone would not be able to tell their family, so the circle of noble young masters was all about rules.

Of course, it's all about size, and Hill has often beaten young masters who were inferior to him.

In less than three seconds, a group of people surrounded Hill.