Players in the Marve

With a rifle in hand, Afeng stood on the table, grinning.,Arvin walked to the food pick-up counter, picked up a white porcelain plate, and demonstrated to everyone present.,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.。