C845 Tracy Drank the Pesticide Again!

"Brother, I... how would I dare to do that?" The thug was so scared that he nodded his head like he was pounding garlic.

He had never seen Rollins like this before. He could knock over a motorcycle with a cigarette.

Under such circumstances, even if Rollins asked him to run, he would not have the guts to do so.

In less than five minutes, the thug, who was carrying a black helmet