Chapter 155

side the square. Sun Qinglei, like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat, produced four tickets."Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were coming. I was worried that the fight would hurt me becau...visual impact came from magic. The members of the War Department are upright and righteous, and they fear not magic!Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!As for martial art...