C171 Hailstorm(2)

Piet swallowed his saliva with difficulty, then rolled down the thick street.

"Yeah, I like Oriental dolls." As soon as Piet finished his sentence, Gong Mo's fist fell down. Punches after punches were aimed at the thick area of Piet's flesh. He cleverly avoided the fatal spots and quickly made his move, not giving Piet any chance to retaliate.

"No, no, no. Boss