d walking upstairs. As he passed by Room 1, he caught a glimpse of the black man who had just been beaten inside, speaking to a young man with a sinister expression on his faceSeeing this, a smirk pla...After a long silence, no one dared to step forward and take the risk.

The middle-aged mage and the black wizard who just stood up first were precisely because their calligraphy skills surpassed others. Now that such two people are dead, who else dares to harbor any illusions of safety

Ye Bufan wanted to take another look, and he didn't rush forward.

A cold look flashed across Andrew's face. "Well, well. No one has anything to say Did you all come here on vacation"

Then he pointed his finger at a gaunt old man in front of him: “You!”

The gaunt old man trembled all over and stammered, "I'm sorry, Mr. Andrew. I'm incompetent. Perhaps you should hire someone else."

Andrew said coldly, "Do you think 20 million is so easy to get Either go in now and get my son treated, or break an arm and roll!"

A resolute glint flashed in the wizened old man's eyes. "I'm sorry, Mr. Andrew," he said, "I truly am powerless to help."

Andrew waved his hand, and a bodyguard stepped forward to grab the old man's arm. With a snap, it was broken in two.

With a sickening crack of bone, the other mages flinched in fear. It seemed this place was truly not to be entered lightly.t amount of time, it's still a burden.But the woman paid no heed to this, and once again threw herself upon him, pinning him beneath her.A whole night passed, and the next day dawned. Ye Bufan lay in...