C832 Clutch of the Club

Wang Fann followed Ah Qiang's finger and looked at his wrist. He smiled awkwardly. Although the smile on his face was very awkward, Wang Fann did not cover it up. The skull tattoo on his wrist.

"How is it? Is it very cool?" Wang Fann asked.

"Mr Fann, what kind of business do you do? Don't tell me you are also collecting protection fees?" Ah Qiang asked in a low voice