on the outside of his body, a black prison jacket wrapped him tightly, and the dust seemed to be wrapped in the wings of a giant bat, unable to move his arms.,just as he was calculating, six Shendai genetic warriors came to him and pressed each part of his body, ready to be sedated.,Qingchen suddenly stood at attention and clenched his right hand on his chest. That was the etiquette of the divine consortium: "for the glory of the family!"。