C157 Boss Teng Spat out Blood and Died

This fatty dressed like a boss. It was the end of February, but he had already taken off his jacket. His entire body was drenched in sweat, and his face was twisted. His forehead was covered in sweat. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Hao Wenbai.

"Boss Teng." Hao Wenbai lit a cigarette and said leisurely, "Tonight, let's end it here. You have already lost 300,000 yuan