C22 Design

Pang Jun was outside, and the sound of the wind hitting my nerves through the receiver.

Even if we try to steal it, we should have no chance of winning …

And what I'm most worried about is, if we fail, even if Pang Jun and I manage to escape, Sister Qiu's fate will probably be even worse than right now …

"Lin Jian, it's too late."

Pang Jun spoke word by word as if he had made a great decision