Chapter 91
Chapter 91 Topless and covered all over in a layer of medicinal oil, Lu Sheng stood under the hot sun. His bald head glowed as the sun’s rays reflected off it. A masochistic smile was on his face. Around him, several cudgel-wielding muscular men were panting heavily, their eyes nearly rolling over from exhaustion. The men swung the cudgels again, smashing them onto Lu Sheng. After a few more swings, they were spent of their strength. “What’s wrong, what’s wrong? Didn’t any of you eat?! Huh???” Lu Sheng growled with dissatisfaction. ‘With this strength, are they trying to scratch my itch?’ “Boss… we’re really out of strength…” Duan Meng’an’s face was miserable. He pointed at the seven or eight men who had collapsed on the ground around Lu Sheng, each of them muscular men. “CALL ME YOU
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