C951 Beautiful as a Painting

The hard-style cruiser brushed past the Tokyo Tower. At that moment, Wang Jiang leaped and grabbed the ladder.

When Minamoto Chisei rushed to the railings, the hard-style cruiser had already gone far away. Wang Jiang clutched the wound on his neck with one hand and grabbed the ladder with the other.

This mixed-blood was infinitely close to death, but he had not lost yet