“Who are you?” A strange man appeared inside, and a group of people standing outside squinted involuntarily.
Sean’s eyes were cold and his eyes were bloodthirsty. He stood there, looked at them, and repeated, “You just said, what do you… want to take?”
This time the voice was not as cold as before, but rather indifferent.
But familiar people know that Sean at this time is very dangerous.
Those eyes are as cold as December’s ice.
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