lt;lt;Waste Material

The scar-faced man's grin widened, his large hand reaching towards Zi Da Hong's bright red bellyband.,Quickly tidying up his clothes, Ling gave the man with the scar a look of disdain, and let out a sigh of relief in his heart. He was glad it wasn't **.,Li Qianzi grabbed the scar-faced man's arm with one hand, and held his neck with the other, then twisted hard.。