"Young Master John, this person is challenging your authority, the blood debt must be paid with blood!" the red-haired foreign youth spoke up first.
Slap! Slap!
John Sharo's face was cold as he slapped him twice.
"Damn it, I haven't spoken yet. Who the hell gave you the guts to speak? Shut up! If you dare to fart again, I'll cripple you!"
Looking at Zhang Xiaohao.
"Visitors are guests, I don't care what started the fight, but causing trouble on my turf is wrong! Don't say I'm bullying you without giving you a chance! If you want revenge, sure! I'll arrange a special arena for the both of you to settle your grievances!" John Sharo said coldly.
If possible, he really wanted to slap Zhang Xiaohao dead.
Looking at Cheng Qingsu intimately hugging Zhang Xiaohao, her supernatural breasts rubbing tightly against his arm, he roared in his heart, "They are mine! All these are mine!!"
