C259 The Perfect Host

Five minutes later, Wang Shijie cleared his throat and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, all the lights were extinguished, leaving only the light from Wang Shijie's spotlight.

"Then, let's begin the recording!"

...

Snakeglen.

"Boss, you can't leave. Before the King of Oteya returns, we must have a supreme officer in the Snakeglen!"

Thelenghten stared at Ye Ren with a bitter expression