Isn't it just a fight? Why are there so many people here?

"Master, Master, it was this pair of bastards who broke my wrist." The black-faced government servant bowed his waist, covered his broken arm with one hand, and grinned at the man next to him.

The man said.

This man should be about 1.7 meters tall. He has a thin face with a gray complexion. His eyes are hollow and dull, but he has a wretched look. He has few black eyes and many white eyes, and has a look of lewdness.

It seems that this is the legendary Zheng Wenzhao.

Next to Zheng Wenzhao stood a burly man, holding two dogs in his hands, two ferocious Tibetan mastiffs, sticking out their red tongues and panting.

These two Tibetan mastiffs are over one meter tall, just like little tigers.

No wonder Old Mrs. Luo’s son was bitten like this. If these two Tibetan Mastiffs had shown their strength, it would have been good if they hadn’t eaten Old Mrs. Luo’s son alive.

"Lao Meng, you are so incompetent that you were beaten like this by these two pigs and dogs?" Zheng Wenzhao sneered and shook his head.

"Master, this guy has something." The black-faced government servant glanced at Sun Dong timidly.

"Something? Well, don't do anything. Just let my two dogs tear him apart. It just so happens that my dogs also want to eat human flesh."

Zheng Wenzhao chuckled and took the ropes of the two Tibetan mastiffs from the hands of the tall man next to him.
Chapter completed!