Li Xiaoqiang saw the third-in-charge charging toward him, the corner of his mouth curling up with a thick smile.
When the third-in-charge saw the smile on Li Xiaoqiang's face, he furrowed his brows, thinking to himself that this guy must have a decent level of strength to dare to make trouble for the Evil Ghost Gang.
The third-in-charge, despite his rough exterior, was actually quite a meticulous person.
When the third-in-charge was thirty meters away from Li Xiaoqiang, his hands instantly gripped his combat knife, and he stomped on the ground with one foot.
Bang!
"Die, little thief!" the third-in-charge's body became a parabola in the air, slashing directly toward Li Xiaoqiang.
Li Xiaoqiang saw the large knife coming at him.
And in an instant, Li Xiaoqiang moved.
He swung the combat knife in his hand.
Clang!
Third-in-charge felt a numbness in his arm and a violent shaking in his internal organs. With a sweet taste in his throat, blood spewed out.
Fuck, mom!
