"I can give you one chance to choose, think carefully, do you want to come with me?" Wu Qing flipped up and stood in front of the control console. Satisfied, he looked up from the monitor and glanced at Qin Youxuan, who had collapsed even more thoroughly than Dan Hanjie, and began to speak.
The game is over.
Dan Hanjie's men could no longer hold back; if they didn't leave now, they wouldn't be able to leave at all.
He had no interest in being buried with them.
At these words, Qin Youxuan lifted her head haughtily. In her clear cat-like eyes, only intense hatred remained.
It was filled with blood.
"It seems that you don't want to come with me. Don't blame me for not reminding you, Dan Hanjie right now would probably want to tear you apart." Wu Qing patted Qin Youxuan's face.
Qin Youxuan turned her head, staring at him fiercely.
