C90 Is the Enemy

"The so-called 'impossible world' is nothing more than this." Zhang Yang tilted his head as he sneered at the silver-haired man in front of him.

"Mr. Blood Dragon, I respect you, but that doesn't mean you can insult us." The silver-haired man stared coldly at Zhang Yang with a trace of pride in his eyes.

In this circle, the only thing that mattered was reputation and status