C162 They Would Perish Together

"Lin Sheng, go to hell!"

Lin Zhengxiong, holding a torch in his hand, slowly approached the barrel of gasoline. The fiery red flame stuck out its long tongue, reflecting Lin Zhengxiong's extremely sinister and terrifying smile.

Lin Zhengxiong knew that Hei Lang did not plan to help him at all. What Hei Lang wanted was the firearms in Lin Sheng's hands. Since no one helped him take revenge