C367 Gatherer

Before the rich could even finish speaking, the wine bottle in Huo Xiaowang's hand smashed down! Threatening him? There really was no one in this world who could cause Huo Xiaowang to cower in fear! Wasn't he just a big scar after death? He would be a man after 18 years!

Blood, fresh red blood!

In a split-second, a stream flowed down from Wen Hao's forehead, instantly dyeing his entire face