Wearing a black headdress with only two eyes like a drug mask, and a long fruit knife with a bright shake in hand, together with black sweaters and faded jeans, a group of professional standard fittings fighters are now crying wolves and screaming at the leaves.

Ye Cheng calmly grabbed a lighter from his windbreaker and held a cigarette obliquely in his mouth. If Joe Rubing was present, he would scorn to say, "What a stinky fart!" That's what Ye Chengwang wants. His crazy dragging is to let the whole world know. Not to mention that their current practice has broken through the seventh floor of the "Golden Sun Breaking...