Even compared to the ruthless Zheng Sanjin, it's not much different.

If you fight with this kind of person, you will die if you are not careful!

But outside...

Ren Xiaowei gritted his teeth, took out the only remaining Dali Pill from his pocket, looked at it and finally put it back in.

This is the last one in his hand, and he is reluctant to eat it until the critical moment.

"I'm going..."

Ren Xiaowei said, threw down his coat and rushed out.

But when he rushed out the door, he found that the situation was ten times more dangerous than what he had seen hiding in the house.

The man in front of him had a square face and looked at him with a stern look.

"Hey, this guy looks familiar!"

Before he could react, the other party rushed over.

call...

As soon as the opponent rushed over, a pair of cold eyes locked him in place, and the bamboo stool that was mostly smashed in his hand roared towards Ren Xiaowei's head.

This half-stool broke into pieces when he was teaching Wang Jinshan a lesson. The smashed bamboo stool had sharp wooden thorns. Even if it just scratched Ren Xiaowei's face, he would probably need plastic surgery.
Chapter completed!