C86 Resurrection

"Dammit. I knew that Wang Hai was so cunning. How could he commit suicide so easily? As I expected, he still left a trump card."

Mo Xie looked at Wang Liumang, who was floating in the air with his eyes closed, and could not help but clench his teeth.

The butcher gripped the blade tightly, his expression calm. "It's fine. Just in case we left some trump cards as well