It's the same now.
Li Deshang wanted to run at first sight.
But in the next moment, he shook his head with a bitter smile.
Others could escape, but he absolutely couldn't.
First, his body was too weak. How could he outrun these assassins, these killers.
Second, the target of the attackers was him in the first place, how could they let him escape.
'When Brother Mu dies, it will be my turn.'
'To drag others down that results in their death should never happen, and I can't even run.'
'Forget it! Forget it!'
'What is there to fear in death!'
Li Deshang turned around, sat down in a chair like that, sat calmly in it, facing outwards, his eyes still showing fear but quickly calming down.
Dou Bao looked at Jia Youcai and Li Deshang in astonishment.
She did not expect these two to have such courage.
In her hand appeared a quail egg-sized cloth pouch.
The stitches were fine but had hidden tricks.
Inside was the poison powder of 'Tianshenzi.'
