C331 Man Tu

The night was getting darker and darker. On the cold streets near the Qiao Mansion, a man in his forties with a twisted face was running for his life. Behind him, a middle-aged man in black clothes with a scar on his face was chasing him with a fierce expression on his face.

Looking at the Qiao Mansion not far in front of him, the orange-clothed man was bleeding from the corner of his mouth