Chapter 184

th perspiration, fine beads glistening on her skin. She had too much money; she didn't want to fight, but seeing the way everyone looked at her, she knew she had to compete."Ten billion..." the figur...Chapter 184

Zhao Ping'an had no psychological pressure at all, and directly opened his mouth, liking something meant he had to get it. Money was nothing but an external thing.nslate! I'm happy to help.Basong spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body uncontrollably falling to the surface of the sea. He gasped for breath like an ox, his whole body covered in blood!But, h...