C190 Brother Han F*ck You

Chen Feng loosened his grip after seeing the supervisor faint.

It was just a mere Qi Channel Stage warrior. In Chen Feng's words, he could kill him without using a gun.

On the other side, in a big pavilion surrounded by smoke, a thin and gloomy man who looked like a drug addict was sitting on a deck chair.

He was holding a beauty in his arms, and he felt really uncomfortable.

At this moment