Wang Meng looked at Liang Yuan and his group, his heart filled with shock.
Following Liu Erlong for so long, they had been bullying the owners here for so long, but never had anyone organized so many people to resist.
This was the first time!
He couldn't help but set his gaze on Liang Yuan, who was leading them.
This was the first time he saw Liang Yuan.
But the name Liang Yuan was not unfamiliar to him.
Liu Erlong had suffered losses on the thirty-second floor a few times, returning in a rage.
As Liu Erlong's confidant, Wang Meng certainly knew this Liang Yuan.
At this moment, seeing Liang Yuan's tall figure, dressed in a leather jacket, wearing a safety helmet, he looked somewhat laughable.
But the rebar crowbar he held, its head sharpened and flattened, made Wang Meng unable to laugh, his heart feeling heavy.
This man had an aura!
He could feel it, the aura of a killer!
Yes, he had killed before, and he knew that those who had killed had a different kind of presence.
