"You're angry now. You want to kill me, right?"

"But you should think about whether you can save your girlfriend before you kill me."

"Bastard!"

Zhao Bin stood up and waved his fist. The whole person's expression was very fierce. At this moment, his inner anger could not be suppressed.

The grey-haired old man looked at Zhao Bin with blue eyes and no expression on his face. He looked at Zhao Bin calmly.

Colette had a gun in his hand. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Zhao Bin's head. If Zhao Bin dared to move it, the bullet would pierce Zhao Bin's head.

Of course, without Klaette, Zhao...