C72 Underground King

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

Lai Xing's face remained as radiant as a spring breeze