Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

in Hongcheng.Luckily, Chen Ping was wearing a lot of clothes, otherwise he would have really suffered.Out of the airport, a Mercedes-Benz was waiting at the exit, arranged by Zhou Zhiqian."Uncle..."Ne... exhausted."Ah…………..."Chen Ping, after exhausting the last bit of his inner energy, unleashed a punch!My body finally couldn't hold on any longer, collapsing to one knee with a sudden thud. Cold sweat...