C857 She Was Eighteen Years Old and as Beautiful as a Flower

Money was the only thing that mattered to him. Even when facing a clown, he wanted a share.

After all, Ma Wuye was not fat, and his character was not rich.

"20 million?" The clown paused for a moment, then laughed, "Not bad, don't worry. When we get back to the organization, I'll definitely speak up for you."

If he really had the ability to escape from his hands, for the sake of money