C110 Vicious Zhao Daheng

The night gradually deepened and there was not a single trace of light in the sky. It was like a large black hole, causing one to feel a bit pressured.

The headlight of the motorcycle started to shine, illuminating the whole gravel factory. Some of the people who were beaten down by Chen Rui had already fainted, while the rest were still struggling.

Those fugitives came in front of Chen Rui