Chapter 787: Try to go after Tacito Temple? Then die.

As the words left his mouth- Thud, thud, thud! Wei Fengqiang smashed his forehead against the floor again and again. Each kowtow landed hard, his skull cracking against the tiles until blood slicked his brow. Yet he paid no mind to the pain. Panic swallowed him whole; he looked like a beaten cur with nowhere to run. Seeing this, the cold in Tacito Temple's eyes deepened. "Talk. Who put you up to this?" Put me up to this? At those words, Wei Fengqiang's heavyset frame went rigid. He lifted...