C719 Four-eyed Chicken

The atmosphere had fallen to a freezing point. Yan Hai's hands were trembling, and cold sweat was dripping down his forehead. His face was deathly pale.

You can take him away, but you have to take one of his arms!

This was the last sentence of Mr. Wu. He and his son had left. There were still some things that he had not 'explained' to them!

Beitang Xiu did not speak