"Young master, my subordinates..." Duhaowei's tongue couldn't be turned for half a day, his throat was blocked by shock, and he began to talk. Zhou Zhengao was upset. Seeing the appearance of deli's men, he couldn't help but drink and scold: "can't you speak a little more quickly?"

"young master, the men can't retreat back!"

"what? Didn't you tell them to withdraw? That dares not to obey my order, wants to seek death not to be able? "

"young master, it's not that they don't want to withdraw, it's that they are trapped by the anonymous Gang!" After Du Haowei said this, he waited for the storm of the master....