C1042 01043 Not an Opponent

The one who stood in the lead was a baldie in his thirties. The baldie's face was full of malice, and it was obvious that he was not someone to be trifled with.

Looking at Xie Shufeng lying on the sickbed, the baldie's fierce-looking face couldn't help but wrinkle up as he shouted, "Junior brother, how are you feeling?"

With great difficulty