掌中之物站着干

After walking for a long time, he suddenly stopped. A sharp cold light suddenly flashed across his originally gloomy face, and he said with a sinister smile: This time, it's me, Xu Long, who is in trouble. But even if I have to leave, I must let some people understand that I, Xu Long, am not a soft persimmon, and I am not someone who can pinch me how I want!...