When Zhao Bin rushed past, the members of the Black Devil had already controlled each other. A man with long hair, thin cheeks and narrow eyes, was angrily staring at several people around him, struggling hard.

"Bang!"

Kicking each other's face with one foot, Zhao Bin looked around at the members of the black devil "take away!"

"Yes."

Several people left quickly, as if they appeared quickly, leaving only the dismayed people eating melons around them.

Sun Xiduo's uncle looked at these black-clothed people and felt more shocked. These people were well-trained and cooperated with each other, so they were obviously not good people.

He hadn't noticed so many people...