The person standing in front of him was old, gaunt, with a hunchbacked figure.
His head full of white hair was as disheveled as withered grass, and his wrinkled face carried a venomous expression.
This familiar posture and face, who else could it be but Ren Zhengfei?
Qin Hao didn't expect the sudden appearance to be Ren Zhengfei, but after the surprise, he quickly calmed down.
Ren Zhengfei's appearance was definitely not just to say hello.
Judging from the surrounding murderous aura, this old thief certainly has ill intentions.
"Little bastard, do you know how long we've been waiting today?" Ren Zhengfei's voice was extremely gloomy, filled with boundless anger.
"How long?" Qin Hao instinctively asked, actually just stalling for time, contemplating a strategy.
