"The bun was killed..."

in a tavern, several big men sat together and looked at each other with heavy faces. When the steamed bun was killed, they thought that if one big brother was missing, the original stability of the city would be broken.

"what do you think, everyone?"

gather everyone together, and the wild dog still stares at the people around him with his bare arms.

"there is no more baozi. Is there no one under baozi to stand up? We need to discuss it! Don't forget that the above people have rules. None of the thirteen big men in this city can be less... "

looking at the...