"What's the name of the person sitting on the bed?" Quickly, a white left hand reached out next to the person, tightly grabbing the chair that was shattered in mid-air.
The person turned to take a glance. Tian Jue's expression was relaxed. His left hand was like a solid clamp, tightly gripping the chair in the person's hand.
The person held tightly to the chair, trying to pull it back. He Tian Jue's strength was too strong, and he couldn't regain the chair. After a while, Tian Jue suddenly let go of his left hand. The person screamed loudly and fell to the ground.
"Ma De! You bastard! Brothers stick together!" The person was red-faced with anger, stood up and shouted furiously.
