The fat man's heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed hard.
"Remember, the group of people who came to kill today are from the Justice-gathering Hall. The leader is Zheng Shaohua. Do you need me to say it again?"
"Ah? Ah, no, I don't need it."
"Haha, good girl." Zhou Xinmin patted his big fat face again. "Let your group of working employees who are still awake do as I said just now, understand?"
"I see, I see." The fat man secretly glanced at Gao Junwei on the wall and nodded his head vigorously.
Su Xiang and others laughed, each grabbed a bottle of good wine and left with Tang Dao.
On the roof of an office building with 20 floors just one street away from the night city, looking at a group of knife-wielding men rushing toward the city in the dark, Zhang Jun hooked the corners of his
