C342 Virus 115(13)

"F * ck!" Ye Feng took out a frying pan from his back. Under the shocked gaze of "Predator Kill," Ye Feng smashed the frying pan hard on Sha Ren's face. Except for slapping the dust off Sha Ren's face, the frying pan that fell on the ground did not cause any other result.

"Where did you take out that pan?" "Predator," looking at Ye Feng's back, there was no way to hide a frying pan