"What did you say."

The young man with the canvas bag was stunned when asked.

"Why can't your ears work well?"

Li Ning directly put his left arm around the young man's neck, then held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, frowned and said: "You don't even know how to get to the crematorium, and you are such a B ass."

"Pfft, pfft."

Almost in the blink of an eye, the young man in the canvas bag had two triangular incisions on his stomach.

"Pfft,."

The young man held his stomach and sank down.

"I'll fuck your mother."

As soon as more than 20 people saw the young man falling to the ground, they immediately rushed towards Li Ning.

"Squeak."

A dusty three-sided jeep was parked behind Li Ning. Two people in the car lowered the windows and then put the barrels of two slightly flushed guns on each other without saying a word.

"Brother, look at my formation, it's not bad."

Li Ning blinked and asked me.

"That's it, ma'am."
Chapter completed!