C193 Ye Qingzhou

"What's going on? "Is this an earthquake?"

The ground trembled slightly.

There were seven or eight men in the warehouse. Each of them walked to an intersection, and in the middle stood a middle-aged man with an obvious scar on his face. In his hand was a stick.

At the center of the warehouse, there was a lamp hanging at a high speed. The light shone down on Bai Shuang and Ye Xiaoxiao