Players in the Marve

Zhou and Afeng pointed their guns at the hostages, driving them to a designated location. Under the pressure of the gunpoint, no one dared to resist, and faint sobs of fear could be heard from within the crowd.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,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.。