Wang Wu is now in a panic. He didn't expect Zhao Bin to be tough, let alone Zhao Bin brought a group of people more powerful than those he brought.

He only dared to ask Zhao Bin for a talk because of his own background, but did not realize that Zhao Bin did not care at all.

"My cousin is a lot of Wang!"

"Many? Not many? Not very much?"

Zhao Bin couldn't help laughing when he heard the other party's words. He felt that Wang Wu seemed to be in his thirties. He simply lived on a dog. He was too naive to talk and act.

But he felt...