"Yes, it's me!" Xie Wengong smiled grimly. "Give you half an hour, you come to the abandoned factory in the east of city alone, remember, you can only come alone, or I will cut your brother's body piece by piece ..."
Zhong Yihan was frightened. He was severely injured and his limbs were broken. Why listening to his tone now as if he was all right?
But he knew very well the strength he had at the time, that strength and the method of folding was definitely the end of a comminuted fracture!
However, it is not ruled out that Xie Wengong is now pretending, in fact, it is possible that someone else is there.
But anyway, the situation of Zhu Zhenxing is extremely bad now!
Zhong Yihan's thoughts fluttered, but he was calm, and said, "Are you playing me, right? Zhu Zhenxing is playing games in the room next to me. you kidnapped ghosts?"
Xie Wengong sneered: "No tears without seeing the coffin, right?"