Jiang Shaocheng took a pack of cigarettes out of his Spatial Ring, pulled one out for himself, lit it, and said, "We can't keep being so passive like this. Every time someone comes over to make trouble and we just retaliate passively, I really don't like this feeling."
A dust-covered hand reached up from the ground and snatched the cigarette right out of Jiang Shaocheng's mouth.
Gaga was covered from head to toe in dust, and even more boot prints.
Chapter 1002