urban evil king

On the rooftop at the top of the tall building, Su Fuhua in Tang suit stood quietly, looking at the entrance of the rooftop with a blank expression.

He had waited too long for this moment, so when this moment came, he seemed extremely calm.

This time, either he died or I died. The result of choosing one or the other was not too difficult for Su Fuhua.

And behind him, stood a row of men with live ammunition. These people belonged to the Su family guards. They were private soldiers trained by Su Fuhua with painstaking efforts over the years. Their combat effectiveness was not inferior to that of ordinary special forces. They stared at the entrance of the rooftop. Anywhere, as long as even figures appear there, they...