C912 Deadly Island

Chu Qing lay sprawled on the beach, coughing up water. His stomach was severely bloated, and his strength was rapidly waning. Without finding a place to recuperate soon, this could very well be his final resting place.

Had it not been for that madwoman Yao Qin, he would be lounging on a sofa in Jinmen City, sipping beer, discussing business with his mother