C2282 Jiu Zun Fu Huo Qingyang's Wrist(1)

In the private room, when Huo Qingyang had just filled the bottle of alcohol, a man wearing a black t-shirt and jeans walked in and whispered a few words into his ear.

Slanted eye, Huo Qingyang looked at him: "What's inside the needle?"

"If I'm not wrong, it should be the anesthetic!"

Nodding to show that he understood, Huo Qingyang waved his hands, and the man left