C42 He Was Going to Fight One Hundred Enemies at Once

Wang Ye's shirt had been torn into strips of cloth. He looked to be in a very sorry state, but right now, he looked to be incomparably domineering. For a time, no one dared to step forward.

"Don't! Don't move! " Li Wei spoke weakly.

Li Qiang who was at the side clenched his fists, he looked at his own subordinates, and then someone handed him an electric baton