lt;lt;lt;The Peerles

In the office, a middle-aged man with thinning hair and a beer belly sat in a large leather chair, facing a young man standing opposite him.,"A helmet sells for ten thousand Man, it would take me two years of work to save that much.",Wu Chen stared at the space in front of him as if he had seen a ghost. This thing, just scanning it would clear everything up even down to one's household registration, is it this terrifying。