C38 Drug

Zhao Biao's smile faded as he took a seat at the table, his gaze fixed intently on the clasped wrists before him. Despite the muscular man's strenuous efforts, Ye Yu's hand remained immovable, hovering just a centimeter above the surface.

The laughter of the onlookers ceased, and they watched the unfolding arm-wrestling match with bated breath.

"Humph, you're bad