Players in the Marve

Valeon beckoned with his finger, leaning on his cane as he spoke in a leisurely manner. His voice was light and cheerful; ever since that pesky archaeologist had been out of the picture, he'd been in an excellent mood.,Arvin walked to the food pick-up counter, picked up a white porcelain plate, and demonstrated to everyone present.,Harry's expression was a little stiff. Facing the gun pointed at his head by Afeng, he fumbled around on his body for a long time before finally pulling out a golden pen and tossing it into the bucket of ice.。