When Si Cuan appeared once more, all the color drained from Biaozi's face. He felt that his luck today was catastrophically bad; otherwise, why would he have failed repeatedly?
Si Cuan naturally noticed Biaozi's appraisal, and he smiled maliciously at Biaozi, his eyes filled with a clear coldness.
Biaozi's strong physique at this moment gave off a 'fragile willow in the wind' impression. Due to the overwhelming psychological pressure, he could no longer bear it and suddenly collapsed to the ground with a loud thud.
The sound of it was painful just to hear.
Si Cuan didn't spare Biaozi another glance; he only spoke with a sinister gaze into the phone, angrily confronting Si He, "Brother, what exactly do you want?"
