Chen Gao, left with nothing but kowtows.
Seriously injured and near death, with only a sliver of strength left, that sliver of strength dared only to be used for kowtowing.
Bang bang bang...
Chen Gao was almost smashing his already bloody and mangled head.
It wasn't until Chen Gao forcibly fainted, his life or death unknown, that it ended.
"We meet again." At this point, Su Chen finally looked at Wu Tianrao.
Wu Tianrao's face was ashen, like that of a dead man, standing there.
Wu Tianrao did not beg for his life or anything.
Because he knew, he was different from Chen Gao and Wang Zhiqi, Chen Gao and Wang Zhiqi could kowtow, plead, be gravely injured, and still survive, but he had no chance at all.
Essentially different.
Wu Tianrao couldn't help but bitterly shake his head: "In the face of absolute strength, any scheming is useless."
At this moment, he finally realized.
In terms of cunning and forethought, who could surpass him, Wu Tianrao?
