C123 If He Wasn't a Fierce Dragon He Wouldn't be Able to Beat a River

"Let go, let go. . . " Wei Kuanji felt as if his wrist was about to be crushed, the pain caused his facial features to distort.

Zhou Hao let out a cold snort and shook his hand away. Wei Kuanji rubbed his wrist, opened his sleeve and saw that his wrist had turned purple.

He raised his head to size Zhou Hao up and down. He gritted his teeth and said, "Stinking brat