C659 Door-to-door Extortion

Hong Qingshan clenched his fists and roared at Zhao Yang: "Mengran is mine! Not yours! Scram! Get lost! "

Zhao Yang shook his head helplessly. This Hong Qingshan had already fallen into too deep of a trap, it was impossible for him to reason with him.

Hong Qingshan tightly clenched his hands like a mad bull. His face was flushed and his eyes were bloodshot as he charged towards Zhao Yang