C313 Reunion

Very quickly, the old man closed the door of the passageway. The remote control was already in Ji Siyuan's hands. The old man had nothing on him, so they were no longer afraid of them, nor were they afraid of what would happen to him.

Seeing Ji Mufeng sitting cross-legged on the ground in the ice-cold basement with his personal portrait on the wall and the word "Die" written in red ink