Hilton Hotel, Zhao Bin is sitting in the room, the back injury has been dealt with, because of the back injury, Zhao Bin can not use the power to heal the injury, but the regiment is allowing healing.

Lying in bed, Zhao Bin looked at Venter in front of him with a sad look in his eyes. He didn't expect things to develop like this.

Before reaching the farm regularly, they had left the farm. For the mercenaries he hired, he offered another 20 million dollars as compensation, and now he had little money left in his pocket.

Twenty million yuan is not Chinese currency, but more valuable than Chinese...