"Yes, it's getting more and more interesting. How come no one told me his wife is so skilled!" Dylan raised the corners of his lips, recalling that time amidst a scene of bloody slaughter.
Through the smoke, the woman in the flowing red dress.
The red long dress was torn into a wavy ****** by her own hands.
A gun in one hand, a bomb in the other.
Shouting "Husband" from her mouth!
He stood too far away to see her face clearly, but she seemed to have a nice outline, a tall figure, and a powerful, resonant voice.
"Is it Xia Zhisu?" Dylan suddenly asked.
Weiman was stunned and nodded, "Yes, Young Madam Ling's name is Xia Zhisu!"
"Give me her photo."
Weiman found it strange but quickly pulled out the photo from his phone.
Dylan looked at the woman in the photo, a wicked smile touched his lips.
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Mafia Headquarters, Xing Family.
