Zhao Bin held a knife in his hand. After killing the nigger just now, the power of the knife was greatly reduced. After all, it was made of wood and tin.

When you insert it into the other person's body, the tin of the tin can has curled up a little. At this time, you just hold it in your hand and it acts as a deterrent.

"Let me live, I..."

Just as the other side was talking, Zhao Bin had launched an attack. He didn't want to wait too long. He didn't know if Bob's group had any plans.

If the other party wants to figure him out, he...