chapter 17 The seventh grade of the day after the death battle

Chen Feng said in a cold voice: "You are a thief, your farts are loud, but if you have the ability, you will see the real results! Do you only know how to talk?"

"Little beast, you are looking for death!" The middle-aged man in blue shirt was ridiculed by him. An angry look flashed on his face. He took off the belt with a swipe from his waist, then stretched out his hand and shook it, and a strip of more than one foot long appeared in his hand. Black whip. The whip was jet black,...