Zhao Bin looked at the island in front of him, which occupied half the size of a permanent city, but it was green and lush, with luxuriant trees. There was only one port around which to go to the island, and the rest were cliffs.

A small port, but no fewer than 20 foreigners with live ammunition, each of them looks very powerful. These people look at Zhao Bin, some of them show sympathy, and some of them are full of expectations.

"Good luck to you."

The two men who sent Zhao Bin here, one of them opened his mouth and said, and then threw Zhao Bin a set, a...