C68 Ghost Face Man

On the sixth floor of the Palm Hotel, Ye Zheng was still in a confrontation with Gao Xiaowen.

"The atmosphere isn't right ?"

Ye Zheng's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Nonsense."

As Han Ruolin said that, an exquisite small crossbow appeared in her hand and she aimed at the center of Ye Zheng's chest.

This piece of equipment could easily penetrate a pine tree that was several centimeters thick