C40 Ju Yan Luo July

Qin Zhao slowly walked into the room and lazily leaned on the door board. The cigarette at the corner of his mouth slightly trembled when he saw the Caucasian man who chopped Zhan Zhao down with a knife, but he turned a blind eye towards Zhan Zhao who was lying on the ground, as if he didn't know who he was. The Caucasian man was scared out of his wits. He didn't know why