Hearing man Jinsong's words, Zhan Yifei could not help but sneer, " "What's wrong? I'm anxious because I can't win? Fine, if Zhao Hai really wants to exterminate our winged horse race, then let him come. I just frowned and I'm not a member of the winged horse race."
Man Jinsong looked at Zhan Yifei's Rascal-like behavior and felt bitter. After a while, he calmed down and sneered at Zhan Yifei, " "I don't think Mr. Zhao Hai has time to waste on you. Let the O 'Neal family and the underworld deal with you. Let's go." After saying that, he stood up and turned to walk out.
At this moment, Zhan Yifei suddenly said in a deep voice, &Quot; I'm afraid. Man Jinsong, do you want to leave just like that? "
Man Jinsong turned around abruptly, his body surging with killing intent. He looked at Zhan Yifei and said, " "What's wrong? Zhan Yifei? Do you want to keep me here today?"
