After a while, the wailing became smaller, and Lin Hao no longer smashed the right head with a bottle of wine.

Xiang Quan is like a dead dog lying on the table. As soon as Lin Hao releases his hand, his body slips off the ground, his hair is wet and full of blood.

Lin Hao stands up, chuckles and steps on Xiang Quan's neck.

"click!" With a crisp sound, Xiang Quan's neck was broken by Lin Hao's foot.

the mouse suddenly flashed out and fell beside a middle-aged man in the crowd.

the middle-aged man is holding his cell phone in one hand and his other hand. He obviously...