C26 Xunonol

Liao Zhenbo, who slammed the door, had bloodshot eyes. His hair was a mess, and blood was flowing down the back of his hand. Mu Yun, who was standing guard at the door, had already understood everything.

He simply followed in silence and called his other two brothers.

The bar was still bustling with activity.

Liao Zhenbo ordered a bottle of whisky and gulped it down. After finishing the bottle