C72 Underground king

When the sound of these footsteps, which were like a surging tide, resounded in everyone's ears. Wang Yong's face finally started to turn serious, and his big fat hands tightly gripped together. Waving his hand, he made the group of bald brawny men, who were violently beating up Zhou Shu in the room, stop.

However, Lai Xing's face was still as hot as the spring wind