C51 No Skin No Face

"Brother Mo, why is your leg bleeding so much?" His comrade who came with Mo Xiaohe, saw the light of the flashlight on his leg. Blood kept flowing, and the general's green pants were dyed red.

"It's fine. Have you contacted them?" Mo Xiaohe put the murderer's hand behind his back. The strength in his hand was very strong, he wanted to break this prisoner's hand