For Fan Zhongju, a modified sports car will kill more than a million, and he doesn't care, for an upstart like him, it's not enough to worry about at all.

As soon as Fan Zhongju stretched out his hand, four or five strong men behind him picked up the bricks and iron rods, and came towards Fang Yun with a menacing attitude, Fang Yun got out of the car, smoked a cigar, and spit out a smoke ring towards the group.

"What do you say this kid is using the ......

"I Am the Richest Man in Africa" Chapter 65 Sir, please take my knees! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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