"Third, I think this long-haired and elegant elder brother should not be able to survive the next time, move quickly, give him a pleasure, there are still several lying on the ground, not afraid of no one asked." Fingers clicked on the table, and Ye Cheng looked at the long-haired man's eyes as contemptuously as he looked at a cross-street mouse.

A San answered, his fingers tightened, and the long-haired man cried out. "Master Chen of Triad!"

Ye Chengah's voice became heavy. "Triad? Hum! I didn't look for them, but they came to my door and sent these packages and boxes to Triad. Ye Cheng acted politely, but he thought...