C839 A small dispute over the peace

"Xiao Feng, I'll ask you one last time, you …"

Brother Tai still wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped.

My mouth opened a little, and suddenly I let out a puff of cigarette smoke.

In the midst of the smoke and mist, a cold beam of light shot towards Brother Tai like lightning.

Brother Tai's reaction was fast, as if it was a conditioned reflex