The wind whistles the leaves and makes a rustling sound, which is the best cover for Muchu flute.

She marched forward, her vigorous body like a leopard, hiding in the darkness.

Not far away, there were small footsteps.

"What's so difficult about that handicapped little white face? Just shoot him two shots and let him see Lord Yan. He dares not offend us in the future. It's not surprising that the said contract should not be signed. It's not his life.

"Death is liberation, but now life is worse than death. How about working with Hodgson? Do you think Hodgson's people will come and save him?

"Of course not. What...