C921 Master

On the wide street, the fat man walked in front with a gloomy face, his hands clutching the kitchen knife at his waist. If it wasn't for the bloodline suppression, he would have killed the little bastard behind him long ago.

Ji Hsing followed behind the fat man. Although he didn't know what this little guy who climbed out of Mountain Master Tomb wanted, he was the one who called the fat man over