600 courses are a joke

Three people lay on the floor inside the room, all of them behaving like second-year high school kids even though they were way past that age.

One had a head of yellow hair, another had streaks of red in his hair, while the last one sported silver-white locks.

However, they all had bruised and swollen faces, creating a discordant contrast to their distinctive appearances.

Jin Xin squatted in front of the young man with silver-white hair, and upon hearing of Shen Yue's arrival, he didn't look up but simply asked, "Who told you to come and get the money?"

He didn't bother to inquire about Zhilian's whereabouts.

These people really had nothing to do with Zhilian's disappearance.

Having traced them here, he felt somewhat toyed with.

The enemy didn't seem to have the intention to confront him!

The young man with silver-white hair spat out some Japanese, essentially insulting Jin Xin's family in a disrespectful manner.