Zhao Bin stared at Mr. Yi in front of him. He didn't even pay attention to the knives around him. On the long corridor, the two sides were like two armies going to war.

"Your people can't come in. Now the elevator on this floor is locked and the door of the safe passage is locked. I bought it for you in this hotel. This is your burial place. You should be proud of it."

"You know what? The bad guys die from talking too much."

"Ha-ha, it's interesting. I hope you can kill me."

"Don't worry, I'll send you down to Jin Zhanhui."

Venter whispered, "Boss, our people can't...