C47 Flicking His Fingers

Green Peak Town at the foot of the mountain.

At the western end of the town, in an inconspicuous small teahouse, the atmosphere was gloomy.

Wang Hu, who used to be the local tyrant of the town, was kneeling on the ground trembling. His face was ugly and his eyes were full of fear. He pressed his head against the ground and even his breathing sound was filled with fear