"Where's the other one?"

"He, he is just a businessman, he shouldn't play any more games."

"Won't play the next game?"

The burly figure that kept moving forward like a tank paused for a moment, and then the strong man revealed half of his extremely ugly profile: "Listen to Hansen, aren't you members of the same team?"

"That, that..." Looking at the expression on Feng Chui Lang's dodging face, Duan Qing replied hesitantly: "He has no fighting power, he just needs to watch from the side. We will finish the rest of the fight for him."

Please don’t worry about the next competition.”

"It doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't delay the game." So the strong man shook his head and put away his questioning eyes: "Although it seems that you are even weaker than him...title."

"Title? What is that?"

"Tell me a little bit about yourself, especially your title."

It seemed that no one dared to block the tank's path. The strong man led Duan Qing and others to the narrow aisle behind the iron cage smoothly. He looked back at Duan Qing with strange eyes again.

face, and then stretched out his hand to open the door curtain in front of him: "Rojik, who announced the curtain, needs to make your momentum louder and stir up the atmosphere of the scene and the audience's enthusiasm for you, otherwise"

"I'm afraid you can't even create a value of 100,000 gold coins."
Chapter completed!