Chapter 1231
Alexander Foster stood in the middle of the hall, neither side-stepping nor hiding.
Jerry River revealed a wicked smile, and kick towards him in midair.
At this moment, another figure appeared and kicked him away.
With a thud, Jerry River crashed directly onto the Eight Immortals Table in the middle, lying on top of it.
Chloe Collins hooks up a playful grin, "Do you want another round, Mr. Bush?"
Her beautiful eyes radiated a chilling cold light.
Jerry River, clutching his kicked stomach, grimacing in pain, couldn't help but reach out for the wall to sit up. Unfortunately, the most striking painting was next to him, and he accidentally ripped a hole in it. The next second, a handful of paper was in his hand.
The two-meter-long painting above was instantly damaged.
Jerry River was shocked, even more than being beaten up a few times.
"You...You goddamn little brat!"
"Guards! Seize them!" He roared!
