chapter 88 This gift cannot be accepted

Three minutes later, the elevator stopped at the eighteenth floor. Murray Ye followed Joyce Han and the others out, feeling a sense of danger approaching. But when he scanned the corridor, he found no one there. There were only a row of statues of Chinese and foreign figures on both sides. His eyes looked at Guan Gong at the end entrance. It was a one-to-one proportioned statue, with a murderous expression on its face and a majestic sword in hand. Seeing Murray Ye slow steps,...