C791 Son of a B Tch

"Luckily we got there in time, or else all these bastards would have run away." A young man kicked one of them in the leg.

Huo Motine suddenly pushed down the mahjong card. He lit another cigarette and leaned back on the chair. His expression could not be seen in the thin smoke.

Boss Zhuo looked at the group of incompetent subordinates. "Tell me