Guan Yu grinned and smiled, but in Qian Tong's eyes, it was extremely cold. He was full of excitement and had a strong bad feeling in his heart.

"Are you sure you don't need my help?" Feng Xinhu looked at Guan Yu suspiciously. He did not think that Guan Yu could pull something useful out of Qian Tong's mouth with only one gun in his hand.

By the way, Guan Yu put a black bag in her arms when she went out. Feng Xin didn't care, but she didn't believe that the contents of the bag would help.

"No need." Guan Yu sniffed and said.

"Oh." Feng Xin was not...