"You're tough enough." Zhao Bin looked at Charles beside him with a smile, and the next second he looked at the long-haired man on the ground with a cold look. "Take me to see your big man."

"I..." The long-haired man wanted to refuse, but when he thought that the task was to take Zhao Bin over, he could only nod his head.

When the two men rushed over just now, although he wielded his knife with all his strength, he was blocked by Charles's throwing stick, that is, the gap. Zhao Bin let him lie on the ground directly.

Now his arms and legs are painful, and he walks...