Nathan Wei's fist was like a huge hammer for pounding garlic, repeatedly hitting Zhou Shengrui's face, who had already died.
Every punch brought out a sticky and stringy red and white liquid.
If he wasn't killed, all the members of the Qingsha Gang would surely die here, and the intelligence and protection organization that he had worked so hard to build would be wiped out.
If he wasn't killed, Bai Ling'er, Shu Biaoshu and others in the house would surely be slaughtered by this guy.
He didn't think that this pampered master in the inner city would feel sympathy for this group of old, weak and sick people.
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