Zhao Tiezhu thought he had read wrong, but carefully, it was indeed a scar. Although it was beaten like a blood gourd, the scar on his face was still clearly visible.

No wonder the scar hasn't come back. It was caught. Looking at the scar, Zhao Tiezhu suddenly saw a flash of cold in his eyes.

"Wang Sangui, go back and find all the people. I'll give you half an hour." Zhao Tiezhu said quietly to Wang Sangui.

If Zhao Tiezhu was alone, he could do whatever he wanted. He was confident that no one could keep him. But if he wanted to save the scar in front of so...