Chapter 113

such heavy losses. You must make up your mind!"What is thisWu De Dao's eyes were bloodshot as he said, "You have only lost money, but I have lost my son! Zhao Fuzhai, I have only one request: the Zha...fell down!...in Li Jiacheng's eyes.A sense of foreboding hung in Namgung Ryeol's eyes.Under the gazes of two hundred and seventeen masters!...And now, with millions of eyes upon him in the harbor!That...