One by one, smoking, watching time gradually approaching 12 o'clock. Sima Yuntian took out his three-day labor achievements from under the mattress. Looking at the wood stab in his hand, Sima Yuntian could not help crying and laughing. He thought that an arms dealer had to use such primitive weapons now.

but even these things are hard to get. Minister Wang and No. 1 are really cruel. Sima Yuntian searched every corner of the room and found nothing to use as a weapon. At last, Sima Yuntian had to remove these sticks from some places where the furniture was inconspicuous, and then told the bodyguard that he wanted to eat...