C534 The berserk zhang liqiang

The blood instantly dyed the white cloth on the round table red and dripped down the plastic bag onto the floor below the table.

"Drip, drip …" The blood that was splattering emitted a clear ticking sound. In this silent room, it was like the sound of a clock striking a needle, causing one to shudder in fear.

Everyone present immediately widened their eyes, they were all street hoodlums