Zhao Bin boxed to the flesh, and the God worshiper's skin was blown open. His face was swollen, and his eyes became a crack because of the swelling.

"I punched you for those children, I punched you for the dead Dark Devils, I punched you for myself, I punched you for Venter, I punched you for my hospital, I punched you for the people of Los Angeles!"

In the end, Zhao Bin couldn't find an excuse, but his fist still greeted each other on the face. If he wasn't afraid of trouble, maybe he had killed the other now.

For the sake of so-called immortality, one can hurt innocent children...