chapter 88 This gift cannot be accepted

Three minutes later, the elevator stopped at the eighteenth floor. Murray Ye followed Joyce Han and the others out, feeling a sense of danger approaching.

But when he scanned the corridor, he found no one there. There were only a row of statues of Chinese and foreign figures on both sides.

His eyes looked at Guan Gong at the end entrance.

It was a one-to-one proportioned statue, with a murderous expression on its face and a majestic sword in hand.

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