Chapter 58: Evil energy thicker than the Artisanship Commission, blood seeping through the door gap

After thinking for a while, Dan Heng couldn't figure it out, so he finally decided not to think about it anymore.

Hearing Dan Heng's words, March 7th nodded heavily.

Indeed, although she didn't know who this person was, adding this person was indeed her opportunity.

Although they didn't chat much, he shocked her twice in a short time, so March 7th felt that she must keep this person in mind.

But what is the identity of the other party, and why does he know so detailedly?

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Seeing that March 7th, Xing, and Dan Heng ignored him, and didn't even look at him, the man hiding in the snow pile was so angry that his nose was crooked.

Just now, he finally eased the pain in his body. Before he waited for an apology from these people, he saw these people ignoring him. What kind of people are these?

"What?"

Seeing the man hiding in the snow pile, March 7th came back to her senses, her expression disgusted: "Is there anything you need?"

They absolutely cannot communicate anything with this person.

The Big Boss said, be careful.

"I say, buddy, is that necessary?"

Looking at the disgusted March 7th, the man hiding in the snow pile gasped: "We just met once, and I hid in the snow pile to avoid people without blocking your way. Why did you hit me for no reason?"

And March 7th heard this, but had no intention of speaking.

Xing and Dan Heng were the same, looking at the man hiding in the snow pile with a blank face.

No matter how you look at it, it feels suspicious.

Where is it not good to hide, but have to hide in the snow, or in this kind of snow pile?

There is no one around here. Does this guy think he is a groundhog?

"Uh."

Seeing the few people not speaking, the man hiding in the snow pile was embarrassed: "It's me who might have appeared too abruptly. Getting hit by you, it's worth it, it should be. Otherwise, how could I know you good men, hahaha..."

The man hiding in the snow pile laughed awkwardly, looking at the expressionless March 7th, his eyelids jumping violently.

How do these people look at him like they are looking at a dead person?

"That, may I ask if Officer Gepard has come?"

The next second, the man hiding in the snow pile hesitated, and March 7th raised her eyebrows: "Who?"

"Uh."

Hearing this, the man hiding in the snow pile raised his eyebrows, then let out a long sigh: "So you are not Silvermane Guards. You should have said so earlier. Family fighting family, isn't this redundant?"

"I am Sampo..."

Saying that, Sampo... ===== CHAPTER 59 =====