"Let's talk! Why frame the Phoenix Clan and Sea Clan?" Zhang Xiaohao chuckled playfully.
He turned his hand, took out two cigarettes, threw them out, and lit one himself, squinting his eyes as he smoked.
"Zha Muzhen, why don't you start?" Hei Wuchang jested.
"Alright! I won't hold back then." Zha Muzhen nodded, and began to speak.
