Wang Ling was dressed in police uniform, with beautiful eyebrows frowning together, and his eyes stared vigilantly at several people in front of him.

"Huh, okay."

Zhao Bin breathed a sigh of relief, at least not to fight to death, the name of the bizarre table tennis brothers, is absolutely not good stuff.

If he had just fought, he would not have solved each other. After all, there were two people beside him, Dai Jiale and Dao Zai, who were eager to see each other.

What's more, Zhao Binggang had a fight with Dao Zi, which consumed a lot of physical energy and could not be replenished in such a...