C249 Zong Zheng Left

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you want?"

Seeing Zhan Tianming looking like he was about to fight, the young man hurriedly pointed at him and asked.

The corner of Zhan Tianming's mouth slightly curled up. He held his hands in front of his chest and clenched them so hard that the sound of bones cracking could be heard.

Crack, crack, crack...

That gaze was staring intently at the young man