In the Yao Wu group game, he didn't need to play in person, but asked someone to help him play.
The meeting place was on the edge of the cliff halfway up the Huihu Mountain. The bleak mountain breeze howled, echoing in the canyon like a hundred ghosts crying.
Xie's follower walked out of the car and saw Yao Wu leaning impatiently on the side of the car. They had been waiting for a long time.
"Xie Sui, I'm late."
Xie Sui said casually, "Fucking it's not in class, so you should be late or not?"
Yao Wu ate a little bit, and said confidently: "Since it's my appointment, then I will make the rules. It's okay."
"Casual."
Yao Wu exchanged glances with the boys around and said, "You are professional at playing speed. Today we will play in a different way."
"What do you want to play?"
"Death."
Yao Wu turned his head and waved, and beside the car, a man in a white racing suit with a tattoo on his neck walked out.
