C581 Coming

As if hearing the biggest joke, the bearded man stomped on Zhang Haonan's back: "Come again, do you have the ability to do that again?"

Puff.

Zhang Haonan, who finally managed to get up, laid on the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"See that? That's your curator, garbage curator."

With one hand, he grabbed Zhang Haonan's hair and pulled it up