He gave a sinister smile, lifted an iron pipe, pointed at Shen Zhou, and said coldly, "Kid, you're asking for it. If you get smashed to death by me, don't you fucking go complaining to King Yama about me."
With all his strength, he brutally swung down the iron pipe.
Whoosh!!
Instantly, seven girls screamed.
Song Jiankang's heart stirred.
How he wished that iron pipe would hit Shen Zhou!
If it could crack his skull open, how satisfying would that be.
Still, he made a show of shouting, "Don't!!"
Bang!
The iron pipe slammed hard onto Shen Zhou's forehead.
Zheng Chaotian did indeed have some skill, the blow was precise and heavy.
Sparks were about to fly.
Song Jiankang's smile emerged.
Who would have thought Shen Zhou would be such a dumbass, just standing there, actually letting Zheng Chaotian smash him.
This had nothing to do with me.
Xue Chang covered his eyes, not caring to look anymore.
This Shen Zhou!
Truly a fool.
A death-seeking thing!
You're not dead yet!
