C1713 Enemies of the Enemy

"Stop eating. Tell me, what should we do?" Ma Sanjiu threw her chopsticks away and lost her mood.

"I have no choice. It's up to the two of you." Hai Zhongxin spread his hands. His arms, which were as round as radishes, looked exceptionally short.

"My opinion is... a life and death struggle... A junior... can still ride on our heads?" Tang Tusheng chewed on something in his mouth