C199 Your Friend Is in Our Hands

As soon as he finished his sentence, the afro-head grabbed Shen Lang's hands. At the same time, flat-headed man pressed Shen Lang's head down on the bar.

The two of them controlled Shen Lang, and a man wearing a cap leisurely picked up a glass of booze, blew his nose into it, shook it a few times, and then put the glass near Shen Lang's mouth: "Brat, if you're not really dumb