One blow went on, Deng Ziyu's face was already bloodshot, his body was shaking, and he could no longer bear to lie down on the ground.

"brother leopard! Your hands... "

looking at the blood flowing from the leopard's hands, several people said they were worried.

"it doesn't matter! Get me a gun! "

leopard, with red eyes, shook the blood stains on her hands, and then said to Yang Kai around.

"brother leopard, let me do this!"

Yang Kai has been following the leopard for a while. In a word and expression of the leopard, Yang Kai can see what he wants to express.

"don't give me shit! Get...