"What do you mean?" Zhao Bin held his fingers tightly, his face was angry, but his voice tried to suppress his anger.

"I know you're angry, but do you think you'll listen to me if I don't have some tools?" Zhou Mei smiled coldly, but her face was proud. She had thought about it for a long time.

After a deep breath, Zhao Bin had a smile on his face and narrowed his eyes slightly. He tried to keep his brain awake and not be confused by anger.

"Believe it or not, I killed you?"

"Do you think you have this strength?"

"Are you not afraid that I will have...