C1105 Without Money One Would Not be at Peace

Faang Yang rolled his eyes at him. "You jinx. Can't you say something nice?"

They rested in the private room and watched the competition. The clerk took the registration form and quickly went to a room on the top floor. He knocked lightly on the door. "Mr. Lonev, someone wants to challenge Great Devil King."

The door opened and a man in his fifties with a medium build sat on the sofa