C1627 Crisis the Birth of the Serpent

The young anchor fell to his knees as if he were burning incense and praying to Buddha.

The crowd was even louder.

The young anchorman stood up. "Look, I'm a man of my word."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and called a few of his followers who were following behind him. They actually walked towards the middle of the bridge where the chain was hanging