Chapter 817: Selling Intelligence

of its wheels and a faint murmur of noise from afar."Why don't you hide" Zhao Qinglan asked."What are you hiding"Li Chen rubbed the tip of his tongue against his cheek and then rubbed his numb face,...hen. He said lightly, "It's death anyway, what difference does it make""You could have lived," Li Chen said."I am fifty-five years old!"Hu Pi finally opened his eyes, his gaze filled with hatred as he...