Faced with the punch, Wu Feng's face suddenly became ugly. He tried to block it, but it was too late.

Just one second from Wu Feng's face, Zhao Bin started at this time. After all, Wu Feng has a good relationship with him. He can't stand by and watch his opponent being beaten.

Hold each other's wrist, Zhao Bin's face with indifference, "It's too late to roll now."

"Dare you talk to me like that?" Shui Ge looked at Zhao Bin. Although he had some doubts about the background of the group, he thought of a group of younger brothers behind him. There were passers-by around him, no matter for...