C61 Hammerhead

Lee Chui was so anxious that the veins on his forehead were popping out, and he was sweating profusely. If someone really saw him, it would be like yellow mud falling into his pants, it would be sh * t even if it wasn't.

At this moment, Huangmao had returned. When he was at work, he had once insulted Lee Chui, that sharp little hoodlum