chapter 928 you want? I give you!

Michael glanced at the leader.

He was a young man with shoulder-length hair.

The young man was probably in his twenties, with a pale face, a bit of evil spirit, and a thin figure. One of his hands had a cigarette, and the other was in his pocket.

There was a poisonous scorpion tattoo on his exposed arm, which looked quite terrifying. As for his face, there was a faint smile.

"Master Alan!" Ding hurriedly stepped forward and bowed slightly, with a look of respect on his...