C832 City of Mist.
Just as the bald middle-aged man got up, a figure attacked him and kicked his face.
The bald middle-aged man fell to the ground, and Zhang Hao stepped on his face.
At this moment, Zhang Hao's mouth curled up, and his face was filled with a calm expression as he said indifferently.
"What is the protective talisman you guys are talking about? Can you tell me now?"
The bald middle-aged man