These three words, Huo Bifeng, can not be mentioned here.

"Oh, hate him so much?"

"Then he'll be very relieved to see you as you are."

"I really want to repay him."

When the man finished talking, he followed his men and began shooting.

The camera kept pulling close to Horse's wound and shone his face with special clarity.

Hawthorne gritted his teeth secretly, and his fierce eyes, like a wounded lone wolf, were anxious to tear up the people in front of him.

Seeing such fierce eyes at such a close distance, his men were almost scared back. If he had not been more afraid of the man, maybe...