Just like the blood count Weilingde's nails can easily cut Wang Jingmen's neck with one glance!

Western underground order?!

One of the chief referees?!

Iron Marquis?!

Durand?!

Tang Long sneered: "Hmph, if he dares to come, I dare to kill him!"

"Tang... Master Tang, is it... Wang Kunxiong killed Kunta, I... I took all the photos!" As he spoke, Sha Rukh held up his cell phone and ran forward.

Tang Long took the phone and glanced at it, and said impatiently: "Get out, don't bother me again in the future!"

"Woooo, don't, Mr. Tang, because I'm afraid of death, Gaius and Durand may vent their anger on me. By then, even if I don't die, I will have to lose my skin!" At this time, Sharuk also hugged Tang Long's thigh and cried.

"Oh, it's so declining!"

"Haha, this young man is really not picky about food now."

Looking at Shah Rukh who was crying, the people passing by said with contempt.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

At this moment, black Mercedes-Benz slowly drove into the Tiangang Club.

Soon, Li Tiangang, Zhuge He and others walked out of the car.
Chapter completed!