C113 Shuangchuan Invitation

The dining table was frighteningly quiet. Chen Fan and the others were immersed in eating, while Ximen Mo and Ximen Mo were the only ones who stared at each other as if they were nemesis of a hundred generations. It was as if as long as there was a chance, they couldn't wait to stab each other a few times.

The smell of gunpowder permeated the air, causing Chen Fan to tremble in fear