C402 Blood-handed Sorghum

A moment later, both boats appeared in front of each other. However, their speed did not slow down. Instead, it became faster. Only until the two speedboats were about two Zhang away did they stop.

Sikong Banyu was standing in front of the speedboat, curiously looking at the old man in front of him. The old man looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with a white beard that connected his hair