C85 The Fighter of the God of Death

"Boss, you …" Are you okay? "

The fight was too intense. A bunch of lackeys were trembling in fear. Their faces were pale as they screamed in fear.

Hao-ge gritted his teeth in anger, the accessories around his neck jingling.

"Damn it, I didn't see the calendar when I left today. I flipped over the boat and went into the sewer …"

"Brother Hao