"Ye has always achieved his goal."

"What?" Hai Zhuoxian was puzzled.

"He's looking for any possible opportunity to punish himself so that he won't fall so fast before he finds ink."

Neither did they walk, nor did they not. They looked at Ye Zhao as if he was in a terrible mess. Those national athletes were hired for more than 100,000 an hour. They couldn't see it anymore and were reluctant to fight any more.

"total leaves." Yebo ran over. "I'll call a doctor."

"I'll go, the doctor's out." Hai Zhuoxian nodded to him and left in a hurry.

Ye Miao's fists were both bloody and lay breathing heavily.

"Uncle...