C1239 Cold Moon

Ah Long was wrapped in gauze and sat on the wheelchair. He tilted his head as he pointed at the private room and said with a trembling voice, "Boss, it's him!"

The one who was called 'boss' was not a man, but a woman. And a beautiful woman. At least it wasn't Matt's appearance.

The black windbreaker fluttered behind him. Two bombs were hidden in front of his chest