"What is this?" The guy who gave the order asked him that his black eyes were full of arrogance with a high nose. He raised Ba Hu’s point and pointed at Matt’s sweat, and it didn’t change much for that handful of Hu. "It was the real dragon who personally gave me the order. What makes you-"
The aristocratic companion suddenly grabbed his sleeve and interrupted him, then whispered to him eagerly that Matt knew him-potato face Estelle often gambled with him, and now his helmet face looks gaunt. Many Matt heard that he had suffered a