C800 My Life Is Hanging by a Thread(1)

"They're coming for us, probably not one of us."

Just now, through the glass door of the dessert shop, Tang Zhishen saw the man behind him make a hand gesture, signaling the people following him to leave in two directions. Obviously, he meant that he didn't plan to let any of them go today.

That was good too!

It would save him the trouble of going to her side when he was fighting here