Black Pot Professionals

When the people wearing death masks were revealed, they found that weren't just one person, ten people, or a hundred people. There were over a thousand people.

The hooligans were all shocked.

"F*ck!"

"F*ck!"

"F*ck!"

"Oh my god!"

When the leader of the hooligans saw this scene, he could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"A few thousand death judges?! What the f*ck!"

However, he was already riding a tiger and couldn't back down. He braced himself and said, "Brothers, hold on for me." After saying that, he retreated to the last row and found a safe position. He watched quietly.

The small hooligans all merged into the main door with a "huala" sound. It was as if they had been injected with stimulants and had an imposing manner that could not be opened by thousands of people.