C106 This Could Not be Blamed on Ren Zhangkong

"How is it?"

the commander asked eagerly.

Ren Changkong's face was cold and hard, and his eyes were full of hatred. He was already ferocious with blood on his face and his clothes were covered in blood. When he looked up, his eyes were as sharp as knives, as if he could eat someone.

Seeing the commander and the commissar, he rubbed his face and stood up. He shook his head