Holding the wall with one hand, Zhao Bin felt that the whole person was going to lose his strength. His right hand seemed to be broken. Sweat came out on his forehead, and his expression became somewhat distorted.

Just as he was considering whether to use the mysterious gas, the pistol in the window took it back and said, "Bolt the man at the door so that he won't get hooked."

Jinwu's voice!

Zhao Bin didn't realize that Jinwu was on his head. If the other party poked out his head and looked at it, he would surely find him under the other side's window.

At this time, Zhao Bin's...