chapter 162 Slap to death

"Well……"

Ambrose Lyson, who didn't even blink in the face of death, suddenly shook violently and then froze.

Familiar face, familiar breath, familiar people...

It's Solomon Santee!

He...why is he here?

Ambrose Lyson stared with her beautiful eyes, her whole body was like a wooden chicken, as if in a dream.

The door of the hall had been completely broken, leaving a curved, terrifying brake drift mark on the ground. In front of the car were...