C135 Cripple's Ancient Bowl of Lake Water

"I'll buy you a cup of tea before I leave."

The old cripple looked at Chen Feng with a smile.

"Okay, old monster, you said only tea?"

Chen Feng pretended to nod his head.

A large amount of blood floated in his left eye.

He did not take his index finger off the trigger. Instead, he tightened it even more.

At any moment, he would shoot out the muzzle of the gun