A discordant voice appeared, and two people behind Zhang Gazi suddenly put their hands in their arms, but soon after they saw Zhang Gazi's gesture, they took them back.

"The quality of this thing is really not good!" It's like talking to oneself, and it's like talking to everyone. Wei Hongliang, sitting beside Li Wenlong, looks at the cup he just crushed. For a while, the air is a little congealed, as if it were solidified.

Everyone is not a fool. They all know that Wei Hongliang intentionally did it. The most important thing is that Zhang Gazi's palm has seeped a trace of blood after crushing the water cup,...