C157 A Battle of a Thousand People

A gentle breeze hit Dung Tianhu's face. His frozen face looked hideous at the moment. "Kid, if you know what's good for you, hurry up and let me go. I can still spare your life. Otherwise, humph! "

To Dung Tianhu, this was his ultimatum, but Loong Wei didn't care about it at all. With his hands behind his back, he stared at Young Marshal Loong's bronze statue in the center of the square