Zhao Bin is walking on the street. Although he earned 100 million yuan, he still has 95 million yuan even if he throws away the money of Wufeng year, but he has no excitement.

The money he got from killing the leopard was also from Zhou Mei and others. This money is his counterweight to Zhou Mei.

Zhao Bin would be happy if he earned 100 million yuan. Now he can't be happy at all. There are too many things behind it and more responsibilities on his shoulders, so the money won't make him so happy.

"Thank you, Quito."

"It's polite of you to say that to me, Vargo."

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