C487 Twenty-eighth bomb

Once he left, Mr. Zhao heaved a long sigh of relief.

"I'm really afraid of something happening to me. But this … "Whatever you're afraid of will come."

What did he say?

Ye Ziyang looked at Mr. Zhao, his expression carrying a trace of confusion.

Mr. Zhao took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"This is my first time hosting a general meeting of the martial arts world