The uninvited guest glanced at the whole place, flicked his hands, and a few wisps of white phosphorus shot into the sofa and burned.

Fire shot into the sky.

The black shadow then stretched out, scurrying across the roof like a civet cat, and then quietly blended into the night.

If Matsuno Chizan had not died and dozens of single sofas were burning, no one would have thought that the shadow had come.

"Depend on!"

"leave me alone?"

"Has it been seen through?"

When the flames soared again, Ye Fan, who had been shot, jumped up from the ground.

He threw away a hard object on his chest that blocked the bullet, and then fled from the burning warehouse in a panic...

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Chapter completed!