C82 The Appearance of the Martial Imperial Sect

"Yes, at the Royal Hotel."

After receiving the answer, a smile appeared on Jiang An's face.

"Alright, you can scram now!"

Such as amnesty.

The man with curly hair turned his head and ran for his life in quick steps. However, in less than three seconds, his body came to a stop. A dark red color appeared between his eyebrows, and in the next second, he was a dead man