"Killing! Help!

In the front seat was a fat middle-aged woman with all kinds of jewelry. When the rich young man fell down, she was staring at her with round eyes. Suddenly, she jumped up screaming from her seat and ran towards the captain's room.

"Death!"

The man who killed the wealthy young man flashed a cold light in his eyes, and again, he raised his hand and clapped it on the waist of the fat middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged obese woman was just an ordinary person. It seemed to Song Yan that if this palm fell on her waistcoat, it would surely shatter her internal organs, so he could...