C808 Producing Talent

One move!

One tight move!

The elder of the Chung family spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees.

"Fatty, help me slap his mouth! Break his cheap mouth!"

"Alright, I like doing this kind of thing the most."

Fatty Hu did not use his hand.

Instead, he took off his No. 43 basketball shoe.

He slapped the elder's mouth.

Blood was dripping