C636 Man of the Fighting Race?

Lin Jie released Chen Zihao's hand.

"Why did you hire someone to kill Zhang Chunhong?" Lin Jie squinted his eyes and asked.

Chen Zihao painfully covered his hands and saliva was already dripping down. It could be seen how much pain he was in.

"Fuck, laozi is asking you a question …" Lin Jie's pupils constricted. Just as he was about to raise his hand and slap Chen Zihao