C1682 Scram!

The well-dressed man was enraged. He slowly raised his iron palm and was about to start killing!

"F * ck, I only didn't slap you to death on account of the gathering that Young Master Yin Ye hosted. Now, you've pissed me off to such an extent, don't blame me for being impolite!"

And at this time, how could Zhang Dongcheng still have anything else to say to him? He raised his hand