C416 Negotiation

Qin Hanze was dressed in black, and it was unknown when the door to the door opened. The rustling autumn wind caused his windbreaker to flutter like an inflatable balloon.

The hair on his forehead brushed against his face, and the beauty of the red maple that covered the fields behind him even had a hint of icy coldness mixed within.

The barrel of the gun in his hand was still smoking. Qi Ye