Narrow space, black paint, only the sound of footsteps, Zhao Bin said to the people behind him, "quiet, light footsteps."

Because they came down early, Xia Ling stood at the front to prevent crowding, and Zhao Bin was behind them. At this time, he could only temporarily play a commanding role.

After all, the collapse of VIP Club did him no good. Now he and Zhou Mei are grasshoppers on the same rope, and both of them suffer losses and gains, which he still knows.

"One brother?" Behind him came Ye Dayuan's voice. With surprise, he knew Zhao Bin was there. Everything was stable.

"Brother, organize the people behind you."...