C541 When the Needle Was Pointed at the Target

"Bao Guo? Are you called Bao Guo? Why do I feel that this name is very familiar? It seems to be heard quite often recently. It doesn't matter. Anyway, you are going to die. Show me your trump card. If I am interested, maybe I can let you die a more comfortable death."

"Heh ~ You are not afraid of losing your tongue." Bao Guo smiled faintly, flicked the cigarette in his hand