C440 Brain Full of Intestinal Fat

Thirty people, more than a dozen guns, gathered at the back door of the bar.

With bandages on his head, Lan Bo stood beside Lee Chui like an iron tower. Looking at the man in front of him, he shook his head slightly, "I say, boss, you aren't thinking of using these people to deal with Tikovsky's bad luck are you? If that's the case, I think we should forget about it. "

"Hey, big guy