C328 Dead enemy

"Boss, it's him!" Once the pimp entered the room, he pointed at Zhou Ting. He hid behind a middle-aged man whose arms were covered with tattoos and glared at Zhou Ting, trying to put on a show of strength.

Zhou Ting looked at the people in front of him leisurely. There were a lot of them, but to him, they were nothing more than paper tigers, so he did not need to care about them at all.

"Brat