Ending Descendants Kick, I'll Send You To Hell!

The scholar hurriedly looked at the three people sitting in the corner for help.

Before they came, they had already come up with a countermeasure.

If they were caught, they were prepared to start a fire.

There were many people in the chess hall. When everyone saw that it was on fire, they would definitely flee in panic.

At that time, they could just take advantage of the chaos to leave.

One of the people sitting at the table sneakily took out a fire starter.

He was about to throw it under the curtain of the window at the side.

However, his wrist was grabbed by a strong palm.

Ye Siming suddenly raised his hand.

The youth's narrow eyes were cold and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

He stepped on the stool and looked at the man in front of him, whose expression had changed drastically. He sneered. "You want to start a fire?"

"N-no!"