C3170 His Last Name Is Zhang Kuang(part I)

The feeling of the needle on his back made Ma Changkong's soul feel like it was frozen. It was as if Ma Changkong was hanging from a cliff. The feeling of imminent danger was so intense that even Ma Changkong's soul was frozen. He shivered. Trembling.

He absolutely couldn't use force. Otherwise, he would die an ugly death!

This was something that Ma Changkong could think of in an instant