Players in the Marve

The guests, taken hostage, trembled and stood up with their hands raised. None dared to speak or disobey. They only hoped that the captors would be satisfied so they could survive the night safely.,And right now, Wulong was standing by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant New York cityscape. He held a glass of red wine in his hand, looking relaxed and content as he savored it slowly.,"There's no need to look any further, only Peter and I are attending the wedding tonight. It was my father's invitation I used."。