C804 Destroyer Arms

Holding Yang Qiu's hand intimately, Dishi Cha's eyes shone with a strange light. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes swept across everyone coldly. After that, he held Yang Qiu's hand and walked towards his seat.

The concept of hierarchy among the different races was incomparably strict. Even if it was an existence of equal status, if one side was the master. . . Then