God of Hell 087

"Fly. Mr. Fei, we can talk about it, we can talk about it."

Sunn Bing, who was paralyzed on the sofa, saw Loong Fei pick up a metal rod from the ground and walk towards him. This overbearing guy was immediately scared to death. His body felt as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on him. He felt cold from head to toe.

"Two more minutes!"

Loong Fei came in front of Sunn Bing and raised the iron rod high in the air. He looked at Sunn Bing and did not show any mercy. He directly hit Sunn Bing with the rod.

"Bang!"

The strike was not light. A wound immediately appeared on Sunn Bing's forehead. Blood was pouring out.

"Mr. Fei, I... I was wrong. Don't hit me."

Sunn Bing covered his head with his hand. He was terrified when he saw blood seeping out of his fingertips.

Loong Fei, who was standing in front of Sunn Bing, was like a god of death that had come out of hell. It was as if he could kill Sunn Bing in the next second.