C846 If One's Fingers Are Stained They will Die
Han Zhen scanned the surroundings. Even the few armed men didn't dare to look back!
Han Zhen slowly said: "The Cauldron Pavilion is mine …"
No one dared to question the silence!
The staff member who was responsible for processing the notification on Cauldron Pavilion carefully hid the documents in his hands!
This was an order that did not conform to the flow
