C200 Yan Xinghe's Grief

"Is that so? "Then your appearance was rather timely."

With that, a black shadow flashed.

whoosh *

"Bam!"

A dull sound rang out as Yan Xinghe's assistant flew out.

And that video phone, had already landed in Yue Feng's hands.

"You …"

Before Yan Xinghe could even react, he saw his assistant lying paralyzed on the ground.

"Just now, he got someone to teach me a lesson in the bar