C139 Three Mercenary Groups?

A hint of coldness flashed through Yun Qianmo's eyes. It was like the cold light that flashed on the edge of a sword, which made people shudder.

Before anyone could react, Yun Qianmo moved his finger. No one could see how he did it. His phone had already been snatched away by a black hole like muzzle, aiming straight at Glu's head.

Glu and the group of mercenaries stopped laughing