C249 The Prize be the Identity of the Shadow

"Looks like we were sold by the green dragon." Wu Hao didn't have the same tense expression as before. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and let out a thin cloud of smoke as he looked at Han Shaolin, who was frowning.

Wu Hao didn't seem to have a big expression, but as long as he took out a cigarette to smoke, it showed that he was thinking clearly and thinking of a countermeasure