chapter 362 Do you want to survive?

Facing Jiang Zhuang's group's accusation, Martin Jiang remained very calm. He tapped the tabletop rhythmically with his fingers, stared at Jiang Zhuang and asked with a faint smile, "So, what do you want me to explain to you?" "Money! 20 million per person! Not a word less!" Jiang Zhuang said coldly: "You also saw that each of us has a broken leg! Do you know how these legs were broken? Just because of that idiot Qi Budao, relying on himself as the vice president of the Ancient Chamber of...