After stepping on and crushing someone's head, everyone quietly memorized this rule.
They glanced at the red-haired girl without betraying their feelings, her flamboyant red hair streaked with a hint of purple.
Even standing here in this bizarre dungeon, even as despair gripped them all, she still looked straight at everything.
And it seemed she was here for Flying Tiger.
A master under the Flying Tiger Group?
The people who previously wanted to make a move against Flying Tiger unconsciously stepped back two paces, fading into the crowd.
They didn't recognize Hua, but they recognized Jiang Che.
"Damn, it's the lucky guy! He's here, maybe we won't have to die this time?"
"Heh, does luck matter in a weird dungeon? Still, bro, take me with you."
"I suddenly feel an inexplicable sense of security."
...
At this moment, all the survivors present lowered their weapons, looking at Jiang Che with eyes full of hope.
