Ip Man-tung is trying to annex their four-star group.

"Well, Mr. Ye, it's right that my son beat you, but he will feel more uncomfortable than death in the rest of his life."

"And, there is actually the funds of our four-star group, all of which are from the beautiful Chinese st. If I give it to you, I will definitely not be able to live."

Park Shan cried and said what he said now:

"Mr. Ye, please show your compassion and spare me this time."

"profound?

People from beautiful countries will not let you go, then you feel that I will let you go, right?"

Ip Man-tian was having fun at the corner of his mouth, and he was still close to Park Shan:

"No, no, Mr. Ye, I'm for your own good. I'm just a puppet, but if you touch St's assets, it's a mortal hatred. He won't let you go."

Park Shan was panicked. After all, Ip Mantian even killed the abbot of the Foguo Temple. Killing him was not like a chicken.

"Haha, st, do you think I'm afraid of him?"

Ip Man-tsen sneered, and directly pinched Park Shan's neck and lifted him up.
Chapter completed!