Players in the Marve

“One after another, quickly, everyone line up here. Each person take a dish and put all your valuables on it.”,Walong realized he had hooked a big fish, his eyes gleaming as he scanned the crowd.,Harry's expression was a little stiff. Facing the gun pointed at his head by Afeng, he fumbled around on his body for a long time before finally pulling out a golden pen and tossing it into the bucket of ice.。