C75 Strength Decides Everything
"Who are you?"
A man in his twenties with a nasal nail stepped on Duanmu Xi's back. He looked at Chen Feng unhappily.
"Where is Yuling?"
Chen Feng ignored the man.
He just stared at Duanmu Xi, Yan Hao and the others and asked coldly.
"She is inside. This matter did not involve her." Duanmu Xi replied in a low voice, his voice hoarse.
"Yuling?" The man with the nasal nail's face twisted
