You're such a cheap person!
"Fine, I can work for you, I knew your identity wasn't that simple." Zorro surrendered, "If you don't want my corpse to serve you, I need treatment now! Sir!"
"Okay, my name is Hanberger Juan Jin. Pleased to be your boss, what's your name?"
"Hanburger?"
Zorro let out a snort of ambiguous laughter, "I'm Zorro!"
"Do you want to die?"
Allen Zhang looked at him with a smile not reaching his eyes, "I'll find a doctor to 'treat' you right now."
You hypocrite.
Can't take a joke, can you?
Zorro swallowed his anger.
He quickly turned the car around to enter the alley, parked at the corner, and came to a discount clothing store.
Allen Zhang got out of the car with a bag, helping Zorro to unwrap his bandages, when the other's expression suddenly changed. Like a carp flipping, he seized the General Sect Leader by the collar, attempting a shoulder throw, "Fxxk you! To hell with you!"
