Yan Chen suddenly came back to his senses and jumped out of the window. His face looked as if he had just had a serious illness, yellow and haggard. "Is Dylan really the leader of the Blood Slaughter Hall?"
Roman said: "So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"
Yan Chen puffed out his chest and said, "If not, I will seek justice for him!"
"Why?" Roman looked at him frankly. His tone was neither arrogant nor contemptuous. He just asked in a normal way.
But Yan Chen felt that when the other party asked this question, it was as if he was standing on a very tall building, looking down at him.
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