C228 A Cunning Enemy
Fatty Wang and his son were kowtowing furiously, like chickens pecking at grains of rice.
Lin Hao stood atop the stairs, surveying the crowd below with the air of an emperor. A cold smile played on his lips as he said, "If pleading for mercy worked, what would be the point of having police?"
"Think about it... those who begged you for mercy before
