C978 Slow Death

Hua Feng found a stool and sat down. He looked at Hsing slowly. Hsing wanted to rush out. What he said just now was a joke. He wanted to live. If there was no way to live... The money he wanted would be useless.

In the end, it was all for the benefit of others.

Many people in this team could not bear to see Hsing getting more and more embarrassed, even more so.

At this moment