C581 Hemoptysis

"Pfft!"

Xu Zhihong spat out a mouthful of blood, his ten or so teeth still covered in blood.

Xu Zhihong held onto the swollen side of his face with a ferocious look on his face. He never thought that Lin Yi would really dare to hit him.

"You, you little bastard, you actually hit me, attack!"

Xu Zhihong's two bodyguards were naturally not ordinary people. One of them was a monk from Thailand