C885 Spiritual Damage

"You are Skytop No. 8?"

The woman was now pitiful and helpless. She wished she could find a hole to hide in.

"This shop is ours now. These things are ours too. I can sell them to you as I wish. Do you have anything to say?"

Zhang Luo lit a cigarette and started smoking inside.

"That's all. I've chosen them. I've helped you enough today. I'm leaving now