。With a shout, the thug ripped open the back of Lin Jinfan's shirt. His white skin was crisscrossed with whip marks, scattered like red plum blossoms on a snowy field, creating an eerie beauty. 。A gre...Chapter 1850 Not a BitHe took out his mobile phone from his pocket and made a call. His voice, old and slow, said, "He just came, now he's gone." 。The person on the phone responded with a heavy, “Got it.” 。And with that,...