C1617 Intimidate Martial Artists

Ten minutes.

Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal.

However, at this moment, Zhang Ming felt that they wouldn't be able to last more than ten minutes.

Before he could continue, Crouching Tiger had already hung up.

Zhang Ming was on the verge of tears.

Clang.

The phone in his hand dropped to the ground.

"Hurry up!"

At this moment, Chen Hao shouted arrogantly