C518

Yue Feng's expression was incomparably gloomy, his eyes were filled with killing intent as he stared at the door.

"Kill …"

"None …"

"Amnesty …"

He spat out word by word, freezing the surrounding atmosphere.

Mu Qian, who was beside him, was sweating profusely.

The soldier behind Yue Feng, with a murderous look on his face, dashed into the room