On the western city wall.
Zhang Peng, Yang Wei, and Mo Yuan were originally still lazily chatting with Lin Xuan.
A violent wind suddenly shot over, blowing until their faces hurt.
By the time they reacted, Manager Number Three's slender figure had already appeared in front of them.
That cold and arrogant face looked down at them.
The three of them immediately felt fear.
"Trash! The Germinal Organization has raised you for so long. What a damn waste!"
Manager Number Three berated coldly.
The three of them turned red in the face. Even if they were berated, they did not dare to retort.
Lin Xuan stood on the western city wall and narrowed his eyes.
