C572 A Serial Kill

Meng Ran, who was locked on by the eight sniper rifles, acted as if nothing had happened. He put his hands in his pockets and looked at the son of the rich man with pity in his eyes. He sneered.

"Lau Zijie, you want to hurt me with these toys? Should I say you are naive or ignorant?"

Lau Zijie saw that Meng Ran was still calm and relaxed, and his anger surged, "Meng Ran