C55 Knife

Han Jinglian sat up straight, waiting to see how he would deal with the situation. None of the people in the hall dared to make a sound. Dan Rong Rui and a man in a grey shirt were sitting in the upper seats, looking at the javelin thugs who were tied up and kneeling on the ground with grave expressions on their faces. His name was Xiang Rong, and he had just turned eighteen.

Laifu asked