chapter 92 Pull up the weeping willow

Saturday.

clear.

Several black SUV Lexus business sedans were parked in a courtyard alley. Valter Foster Ya, and a dozen bodyguards in black clothes and black trousers stood together.

"When Master Qi comes back, why do you ask us to wait for him in a place like this?"

"Who knows?"

Valter Foster was holding a thick cigar in his mouth, with an impatient look on his face. If his son hadn't been injured by Jupiter Blake and couldn't find anyone to take...