Chapter 211 How Could It Be Pierre Cook?
- When Mr. Lu saw that Old Mr. Tang’s right wrist had somehow been crushed flat, his hand bent up at a right angle when he raised his arm. It was obvious every bone in that wrist had been mashed to powder—he just hadn’t screamed.
- “How the hell did this punk get so strong?”
- “Did he run into some miracle in prison over those five years?”