C911 The Battle of the Northern Tribes Is the Great Scoundrel

Mu Shuishan sat silently on the stone bench on the side and continued to play the game in a bored manner. After calling Zhan Beirong for help, she found out that it was too early because she could still occasionally see one or two cars flying in front of her when she had just sat down.

After that, Mu Shuishan exhaled silently, consoling herself. Most of the people in those cars were bad people