C390 A Fight a Fight a Fight

After three punches, the Second Elder's face was so distorted that it was deformed. Saliva mixed with blood dripped down. At this moment, his mouth was like a large funnel. The clothes on his chest had already been dyed red.

"Now, you should be able to speak properly, right?" Zhao Jinbao coldly curled the corner of his mouth, and said with no expression on his face.

Wuu..