C392 Same Goal

In the abandoned warehouse.

With dark circles around his eyes, Ma Yuanhao looked like he had aged a dozen years. He was lying on the sofa exhausted, his hair was shaved into a big bald head, he looked just like a monk.

Hai Yang looked at Ma Yuanhao for a long time without saying anything, "Why is that?"

Ma Yuanhao was startled: "Why?"

The sea pointed to his head