C50 Old Ghost Ming

With a wave of his sleeve, Lin Zhenhuang released a suction force that sucked in the tokens of the twenty-five people and floated them in front of his eyes.

Although Lin Xiao's face was gloomy, there was an invisible smile on it. It was obvious that he felt that he was going to win.

He had thirteen people on his side, while Lin Cang only had twelve. How could he not win?

Not only Lin Xiao