C931 Those Who Submit to Me Prosper Those Who Oppose Me Perish

"You?!"

Nangong turned around and saw Jin Buhuan standing with his hands behind his back. That evil smile made his scalp tingle.

At this moment, he was so scared that his spine felt cold, and he was covered in cold sweat.

"You old fogey!"

Boom - -

"Ah!"

Jin Buhuan raised his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and swung it at Nangong Leng's left cheek