C95

Just then, three old men with gray hair walked in. One of the old men glanced at Feng Kun and smiled.

"Shangluo City right?"

Feng Kun's face was filled with pride, as if he was saying, even the doctors in Hands of God Hall had to be polite to me, "Brat, you."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man on top slammed his hand on the table and said angrily