"Lying trough, you boy Yes, you can. You even scold me roundly. You're dead. " Zhao Sifang said with a straight wave of his hand: "come, beat this kid into a pig's head. I see he dare not talk."

Ye Tian raised his mouth slightly and looked at the five younger brothers who came to him. Each of them had a silver steel tube in their hands. After a look, the five men all took their hands together.

Zhao Sifang and Yang Babao are waiting for a good play, but Liu Lei is worried. Ye Tian is Ye Lei's grandson. If something goes wrong, he can't bear it. So, I...