"Clang!"
The sliding door of the van slammed open. A man wearing a baseball cap and a cigarette dangling from his lips stepped out with a lazy, sluggish gait. The setting sun cast a long shadow behind him, giving him something of the air of a master.
Lord Hu, Xiao Wu, and the others tilted their heads to look, but they didn't recognize him. Zhao Tiezhu turned his gaze toward the man, his eyes narrowing slightly. He felt he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't place him for the moment. Regardless of who he was, bullying ordinary people like this meant there was nothing to discuss.
Chapter 817