C68 The Dead Fellow Daoist Does Not Die

Zhou Bowen and Sun Ao, one tall and the other short, faced off against three burly looking, ferocious members of society. No matter how you looked at it, they were the weaker party.

The tattooed man in the lead revealed a cruel smile. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! He snapped his fingers and increased his momentum. He slowly approached and said, "Little bastard, you don't know how to speak. Today