C596 You're Spitting Blood

Uncle Xiao, is there anything wrong with my reasoning? "

Zhao Tie-zhu's tone was very slow, very light, and methodical. It was as if he was pulling silk from a cocoon, making the development of the matter completely flawless.

Shoboda's face alternated between ashen and pale.

His body also started to tremble. His hands were trembling as he said, "Zhao Tie-zhu, you, you