However, Wang Xiaoqiang was very depraved. He just lay on the bed and let the storm hit him.
He didn't even care that his thatched hut had been overturned.
There was only hatred in his eyes.
"Come over quickly. Help me fix it first and then I'll deal with you guys!"
The prison head brother shouted angrily at the people in the camp.
Ever since Chang Yuan shot Wang Xiaoqiang in the ear, Wang Xiaoqiang did not ask any questions. Naturally, the position of the leader of the camp was in vain.
Now in the camp, the two prison head brothers became the new leaders.
"Prison head, I'm afraid we can't fix it. The storm is too big!"
"Chang Yuan's base is still better. Not only is it not exposed to the wind and the Sun, but it's also not afraid of the rain. If only we could live there!"
Someone said this at this moment.
The brothers in the camp started to complain.