C59 Intentionally Targeted

"Where is the leader of Division C?"

Meng Yi scolded coldly. His cold eyes swept across the crowd. Everyone felt a chill run down their spines as they trembled in fear.

Under such an atmosphere, no one dared to speak. They lowered their heads like children who had made mistakes.

When Zhang Meng saw this, the complacency in her eyes deepened. She raised her eyebrows at Zhang Qiaoqiao