C415 The Joy of the Martial Saint Mountain

Huang Tidemark didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't mince his words. He punched the hood, and with a loud bang, the steel hood caved in.

This wasn't the end.

The yellow roof opened the damaged hood and tore down the engine with his bare hands... He was thrown far away like a piece of scrap metal.

The owner of the car was completely stupefied and half of the wine had awoken