Players in the Marve

Everyone freeze! Hands up, get down on the ground and put your head in your hands. Anyone moves, I shoot!,A white porcelain vase in the corner of the table shattered with a sound.,And right now, Wulong was standing by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant New York cityscape. He held a glass of red wine in his hand, looking relaxed and content as he savored it slowly.。