C1189 The Fourth Match

Hei Dahu's voice had always been very loud, and this time was no exception. When he spoke, everyone around him looked over.

Everyone had always been very good at cursing. After all, they were not from Black City.

Under normal circumstances, they would not say dirty words, but Hei Dahu had said it, and he had even said it so loudly.

Yang Huang also took a bite of the watermelon