Beihuang is lucky to have you.

Fu Dongliu was seriously injured, his left shirt was soaked with blood, his long black hair was scattered on his shoulders, and he looked a little embarrassed. Recalling his previous appearance, he was as cold as ice and had an unparalleled demeanor.
"bass!"
In the spectator seats, all the people from Western Xinjiang jumped up, their faces filled with horror, as if they had seen something impossible.
"Boss..."
The geniuses of Western Xinjiang searched through all their memories and...