C782 The White Pigeon Party Was Playing with Him

"Yes, ma'am." Fu Ming was a muscular man, and his answer was a little weak.

It was as if he had been frightened too much.

He drove Ye Qingru and Gu Yishi to a gang stronghold.

The lights in the stronghold were dim.

The smell of blood drifted over from afar.

Ye Qingru did not even need to go in to feel the bloodbath in the stronghold.

Judging from the sounds inside