C619 Every One of Us Has a Chance to Win and Every One of Us Has a Chance to Lose

On the third floor of the residential building, killers with guns were guarding each door.

Under heavy protection, there was a leather sofa in the middle of the living room.

A muscular man was staring at the front with a sinister look in his eyes.

He held a cigar in his right hand and two sports balls in his left hand.

"Hall Master Zhou didn't lie to me