Ping, his obsidian eyes radiating a cold and sharp light, giving him an overwhelming sense of pressure."However, Chen Ping didn't care. A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: 'The Martial...while that Lu attendant also picked up his severed arm and left the hall!"Zhou Jie, you should go out too..."Song Qingping waved his hand."Yes." Zhou Jie nodded and left.Mr. Chen, please sit down…Song...