C310 The Strong Prey on the Weak

"Let's go. It's time for us to go on stage."

Zhang Luo snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and threw it outside the back door. Then, they all went in through the back door.

"What are you doing?"

Di San's men pretended to be guests and shouted.

"Cut the crap. If you want to live, then quietly squat on the ground."

At this time, Kuihu had already walked to the center of the dance floor