The No. 13 Was Different

Brother Jiang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took out one at random. The man next to him quickly took out a lighter and ignited it for him.

"Leave it as it is." Brother Jiang said coldly, his face cold with no trace of a smile. His face which was pulled long emitted some kind of cruelty.

"What happened to No. 13?" Suddenly he frowned and looked back at the car they drove here, from which women were being carried out one after another by his brothers.