"Kid, you still dare to put on airs?"
"Kneel before grandpa right now, and we might spare you!"
"Yeah, kid, get down on your knees quick!"
At this moment, the dozen or so burly men at the scene, each holding a steel pipe in their hands, quickly advanced towards Chu Mo.
In their eyes, Chu Mo should have been trembling in fear at their fierce and evil appearance.
After all, when they were outside, they often scared their opponents into fear with this formation.
But.
Chu Mo stood in place, without moving an inch from the beginning to the end, and even, the corner of his mouth was still teasing with a hint of utmost playfulness and a smiling expression.
"This son of a bitch, still dares to laugh!!"
"Seeking death!"
Seeing Chu Mo's smile, all the men present were enraged.
Subsequently, all the strong men, holding steel pipes in their hands, mercilessly smashed them toward Chu Mo's head.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...
