C471 The Kitchen Exploded

"Ji Wanzhou, let me go, I can bring you to that bitch." Fong Shumo struggled furiously on the chair. Blood flowed down the belt on her body, clenching and shrinking like a huge clump of rotten red meat.

Ji Wanzhou stopped Old Hei with his hand, as if he was considering the feasibility of this matter.

Looking at the viciousness in Fong Shumo's eyes