The air was moist and viscous. Wei Ping pulled out his knife and stared at the people who came in and out with gloomy eyes.

"Admiral, there's a letter inside."

A figure flashed under the night, and a factory guard whispered to Wei Ping. Hearing this, Wei Ping turned the Xuantie Knife, and the previous gloomy mood was swept away.

His eyes flashed with excitement, eerily bright in the darkness.

Wei Ping didn't speak again, only gestured with the rest of the factory guards, and several black shadows were raining

Chapter 63 of "The Bird in the Palm of the Eunuch" Rainy Night is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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