C450 He Ate the Consequences of His Own Actions

Yue Mochen's expression remained the same. His fingers casually rubbed the pistol, but he didn't say anything. He just sat there.

Bai Tianfeng's palm was in unbearable pain, but he had no choice but to waste his time here. His plump face had a defeated expression, and the atmosphere in the hall was heavy and solemn.

"What? Just now, you wanted to get rid of me, but now that someone has come