"Be careful of them..." Some panicked Lin Wanxi shouted out.

Zhao Tiezhu did not understand, but looked at Jute's frightened expression with a smile. When they rushed to Zhao Tiezhu, Zhao Tiezhu turned around fiercely, staring at each other face to face, and they rushed to the person in front, one of whom fell to the ground.

Then there was another sound of glass breaking.

Jute seed's men are all thrown downstairs without exception, a distance of more than ten meters high, although it will not take people's lives, but let their backbone or hands and feet will have a certain chance of breaking. Except for those who are unlucky,...