C202 Poplar Granule

"Lao'er, what happened to you?"

The bald man, who was beaten half to death, heard the scream. He lifted his swollen head with difficulty and shouted in a shrill voice, "Boss, these people are here for that little fatty!"

Little Fatso?

The muscular man squinted, staring at Zheng Feiyue: "Where did you guys come from?"

"Cut the crap, hand him over!" Pang Dahai said loudly