Chapter 152
"Sorry, we do not have the Dragon Balls you mentioned here. Please go back!" The village chief opened his mouth to refuse.
The Dragon Balls, in the eyes of the Namekian, were very significant. It couldn't be handed over easily, not to mention that they didn't have the Dragon Balls in their hands.
With a cold snort, Vegeta's face was down, unhappy, "You toast but didn't drink the wine, so you will get a penalty. Be smart enough and hand over the Dragon Balls, or do not blame me when I'm not polite!"
"This gentleman, our village really does not have the Dragon Balls…." The elderly village chief saw that this alien was not easy to deal with, so he was trying to explain, but before he could finish, he was interrupted.
With a swoosh, there were a few cracking sounds.
A blurred light flashed against the village chief's cheek, and several Namekian standing behind him immediately let out a miserable shout. Blood gushed from his mouths, and his body was knocked out by the ki wave.
"Ahh! Fere!" The village chief's face changed greatly, "Why did you do such a violent act!"
The old face showed a look of pain and hatred because of the innocent killings of his clan members.
"Old man, the real violence has not yet exerted it. So you should think carefully, is the Dragon Ball important or the clan important." Vegeta's tone of voice was not good. The angular lines outline the cold face.