When Wanlao Liu took his mobile phone and looked at Zhao Bin, he had hatred in his eyes.

"You think I threw him down?" Zhao Bin looked at Wanlao Six and sneered. He felt that the other party was silly. If he really had to tidy up Wanjiang, he would come and talk a fart.

"It's not you, it's someone you're looking for."

"I think you should use your brain like a slurry to think, I'm going to Wanjiang, I'll tell you a shit."

"I don't know. I knew it had something to do with you."

"Do you think there are fewer enemies for your son's kind of goods?"

"You...