A row of black cars pulled out of the headquarters building of the Qinglong Gang and headed for the night appendix bar on the Light Industry Road, which seemed to have a killing smell.

This time, Zhang Ziwei did not bring too many people, but these can be called at any time by her, of course, are the elites of the Qinglong Gang battle hall, the real fight, absolutely one enemy five.

She also notified Xie Duobao that the fierce general could not stand the stimulation. When she heard that Mr. Su, whom she worshipped, had been humiliated on his own turf, the goods almost went mad. She grabbed two...