chapter 187 Husband, rub it for you

Bang bang...ta-da-da...

As Pradeep Jones's palm fell, about forty firearms of different models spurted out tongues of fire, and Xiao Ye was enveloped in dense bullets.

"Pradeep Jones, Kim Zhengming will not let you go, and you will not end well. And even if I die, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life." At this moment, Xiao Ye also went crazy. He did not choose to dodge the bullets, but threw three flying knives at Pradeep Jones.

whoosh!

Xiao...