A Mess

"Come on, it's your turn."

Wang Yan said casually and returned to his seat.

He was in the same posture as before, but he no longer lowered his head.

The young master raised his head slightly, and his gaze moved inch by inch on Zhu Jike.

It was as if he was buying vegetables in the market, examining the meat on the chopping board.

"What do you want?"

Zhu Jike's face turned pale from being stared at, and his heart rate increased uncontrollably.

"Sit." Young Master Wang pointed at the bench across from him.

Zhu Jike was a little hesitant.

The three brothers on the side quietly looked at each other. The injured one covered his head and stuck close to the wall. He quietly walked into the operating theater.

"Did I let you guys go?"

Wang Yan suddenly shifted his gaze over. His calm temperament was imposing without anger.

[ Beauty of Posture ] + [ Silence of Water ]. It was basically a bug-level image creation.