chapter 117 For Young Master Samwell, I will die without regrets!

"good!" Pharell only responded with one word, and then his body suddenly moved, and he rushed forward like a cheetah. Binzi followed closely behind, and the two of them were like wild beasts hunting in the dark, running towards the thirty or so people on the opposite side. Everyone was shocked. This, what is going on? Could it be that these two people, Pharell, couldn't see that there were more than thirty people across from them at this time? Aren't they afraid of death? If dozens...