C84 The Big Bosses Were Stealing the Bamboo Shoots
It was as if an invisible thread connected the blow, propelling it with undiminished force toward the second person, immediately followed by Chiang Chen's stylish flying kick.
Within moments, five disciples of the Heavenly Master Sect were sprawled across the floor of the decrepit unfinished building, their once pristine white uniforms now grimy and stained. Bruised and swollen
