lt;lt;A wealthy wife

In a farmhouse in a small mountain village, two groups of people were facing each other. Both sides were prepared for a fight, with roughly equal numbers. The atmosphere was tense... an ominous silence filled with the smell of gunpowder.,Their self-sufficiency is also unfathomable. They have been in this line of work since they were young, killing countless people. Here, they felt the information from their kind, or rather, they were hunters, but the hunted.,After sending away a group of troublesome people, Zhou Yi put his belongings into a black backpack and took out the hot dishes from the kitchen. He sat in the yard and ate them up. Over the years, he had developed the habit of cooking for himself. Not long after, he finished his meal.。