C601 Do Not Cry

The leader, a man in black, raised the stick in his hand. That stick was a custom-made weapon. If it hit him, it would be unimaginable. Lee Hao was still conscious and easily dodged the stick.

It was a pity that the door behind him was sacrificed with a loud sound. Looking at the door behind him, Lee Hao couldn't help but click his tongue. This was so cruel