Shen Thirteen had no backstage or money to back them up. The only thing they could rely on was that they were cruel and poisonous enough. In front of Deng Fei, such a gangster, if they didn't have either, it would be unnecessary to come here today.

Zhang Meng went down with a knife and stuck it in people's thighs. It was only a few centimeters away from the bird. After two clicks and saws, people's painful tears came out, which was even more a cry of panic.

But Zhang Meng said, "What's the name? It makes Lao Tzu crooked."

"Brother, I beg you, we are wrong. Please forgive us....