Chapter 455 Heirs of the North-Central King
- Seeing so many soldiers show up, the bearded middle-aged man’s eyelid twitched. Who did he piss off—military? The young woman from Chongming Hall flashed a look of surprise, then gave Mark Brooks a long, steady glance.
- “Still trying to snatch it?” Mark asked.
- The bearded man’s face turned grim. Forget bare hands versus a sea of guns—just their identity alone was untouchable.