Zhao Bin did not imagine that there were surprises. A hooded man with an iron rod in his hand did not immediately escape, nor robbed property. Instead, he waved the iron rod again and smashed it down.

"Ah!"

The middle-aged man howled bitterly, the whole man held his head clean, and the woman beside him screamed hoarsely and exhaustively as if she had been raped.

"Damn, let you rob my woman." The hooded man shouted a curse. The tiger with the iron stick in his hand was beating on his opponent's head the next moment.

"Bedding slot!"

Zhao Bin shouted a curse, and the whole man rushed over and grabbed...