C42 Requesting Help

"It's easy for me to kill you now." Qin Yuan's foot that was stepping on Hong Biao's chest was slowly exerting force.

Hong Biao's face turned red. He had always been the one to step on others. He never thought that he would be stepped on by others one day.

Seeing Qin Yuan's foot continuously increasing strength, Hong Biao's face had already turned the color of a pig's liver.

"Kid, how dare you