At this moment, Kong Xiangdong leisurely stood up and walked over to Han San.
Seeing Kong Xiangdong approach, Han San bowed deeply, not daring to lift his head.
The blood on his forehead dripped steadily onto the ground.
Kong Xiangdong smiled slightly at the sight and then patted Han San on the back of the head.
"You do know how to recognize the situation."
After saying this, Kong Xiangdong strode away.
It wasn't until his footsteps had completely disappeared that the atmosphere in the tent gradually began to recover.
"Phew, luckily I didn't say anything offensive earlier, or the big leader would definitely not spare me."
"Yeah, even though the big leader was smiling just now, somehow he seemed more terrifying than when he goes crazy."
"I feel the same!"
Of course, when discussing, these people kept their voices very low and dared not approach Han San, whose face was covered in blood, fearing they might get into more trouble.
