Bang!
"This is outrageous!"
Liao Youzhi, after hearing Zhou Le's report, kicked the coffee table two meters away. The legs of the table made a screeching noise, probably scaring the people downstairs doing their business in the pink building...
Despite the movement, the glass on the coffee table didn't fall. The red wine inside swayed, spilling a few drops.
"Ah..."
The beauty in his arms trembled like a flower in shock from the violent jolt.
"Those troublemakers from the north have some nerve, as if they've eaten bear and leopard hearts, repeatedly bringing zombies into my territory. They're really tired of living!"
Liao Youzhi stood up, threw the beauty in his arms onto the sofa, and paced back and forth with a rifle in hand. Even with a mask on, his overwhelming anger was palpable.
Zhou Le and Xiaolin exchanged glances, both feeling an ominous vibe, sensing something major was about to unfold.
They were conflicted inside.
