He Xiong lowered his eyes, and glanced coldly at the wreckage of the mobile phone on the ground–
The black casing and the motherboard chips inside were all broken and deformed. Some parts were squashed, and some parts were constantly twisted. Fortunately, a mobile phone was squeezed into a mess of scrap iron.
This strength…
He Xiong squinted his eyes, stretched his hand to the side and lightly hooked it. Immediately, a professional stepped forward and put the things into the material bag. Then he stepped forward, suddenly bent over and reached out to pinch Rowan’s hand, and then slammed his eyes. Locked Rowan’s expression.
Rowan grinned his lips and looked back without showing weakness.
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