Peng Kunbiao can feel his scalp exploding in astonishment at this moment, and there are still more than half cans of beer to listen to when his face is fried and his juice is splattered. The boy has rushed to him like a leopard.
Peng Kunbiao roared with a left hand and a right fist at the front table, and slammed it at the shadow. The boy crossed his hands on his chest, directly clamped Peng Kunbiao’s right hand in his hands, cut his hands and sealed Peng Kunbiao’s right hand. When he cared about it, he was led…