Who is the real boss?
This question seemed to be simply nonsense.
After recognizing Jiang Chen's identity, Wang Biao's face instantly turned as white as ash. The beer bottle in his hand also dropped to the ground.
The dim light was flickering, and Li Qiangsheng, the head of the Green Dragon Clan, who was not far away, saw one of his thugs was being held by a female bodyguard. He frowned.
They really don't want to live anymore. Who on the street doesn't know that this street was Green Dragon's turf?
"Qiangsheng, Biao Zi seemed to have messed up," the beautiful woman lying in his arms coyly complained.
"You little devil, don't make trouble. When I fu*k those two, I'll fu*k you again."
After licking his dry lips, Li Qiangsheng's eyes glanced between the two stunning beauties beside Jiang Chen. Although one has an indifferent attitude, that gorgeous face was simply irresistible. The female bodyguard also didn't look bad, but her face was still young and adolescent.
