The air outside the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau of Hangzhou was so solid that it was suffocating, and Aning's voice was clear and unmistakable. The tight leather jacket outlined a thrilling curve, and the cold light dagger was firmly pressed against the artery in the young man's neck. It was ridiculous last night that this guy actually wanted to run away after he had been proven innocent in black and white. The blade of the knife slowly slid down along the collarbone and the onlookers gasped. Shen Cheng wore the Dream Maker System three days ago, and his heart skipped a beat when the dilapidated studio was opened - this was the world of Tomb Raiders. The reckoning of this journey begins with taking over this knife.
Come on, come on, come on