chapter 165 You look so dirty

The gangster felt like he was hit by a hundred-ton train. He flew out with his stick, knocking three or four gangsters to the ground. His arms were fractured. Burning fire, gushing passion. Both sides were furious. Both were elite troops that had been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations, and were equally matched. Ricky chopped down a thug with his knife, and laughed grimly, ignoring the blood on his face: "Fuck, I thought you were so powerful." "Brother Dao, be careful." Suddenly,...