chapter 217 Lei Jiao Corpse

The sharp pain in the chest was just a moment, fleeting. Frank Fang face remained calm, and he wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. Looking at the bright red pool of blood on the ground, Frank Fang heaved a sigh of relief. After the hundredth body quenching, he once suspected that his blood had turned golden. As it stands now, that didn't happen. "Little brother, do you need help?" The uncle who was cleaning at the entrance of the supermarket saw Frank Fang vomiting...