"What happened to his face? That person pointed at his face. Why?"
Several gangsters looked at each other in confusion. After a long while, one of them who stood close to him frowned and said, "Just a little bit with your index finger, gently... It didn't take much force, and Brother Zheng didn't scream at that time..." .But then my face gradually became paralyzed!"
Finn's pupils shrank instantly, turned around and walked forward quickly, saying sternly: "Show me!"
He spoke Chinese extremely fluently, and his momentum was so impressive that several martial arts students couldn't help but step back and look at the Japanese in surprise.
Finn was half-kneeling, and his assistant wisely took out a small flashlight to illuminate him.
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