C691 Rubbing Motorcycle

"Who said Insect Emperor was thirty years old?" A group of men in black stood within a room.

A man with two scars on his eyebrows was standing at the front. Below him, there were two rows of black-clothed men who had taken off their sunglasses.

If Wendu was here, he would have definitely recognized that these people were the ones that surrounded him.

"Reporting, boss!" At this moment