Zhao Bin and Wentel stood together and looked at the surrounded Jin Zhanhui's men. They looked like ruthless characters, perhaps not as strong as the black devil's personality struggle, but they could not hold up the crowd.

Jin Zhanhui stood not far away, in a playful state, with a touch of playfulness on his face, as if a cat had caught a rat.

"Jin Zhanhui, you just want to kill me. I'll stay and let them go."

Zhao Bin looked at Jin Zhanhui. He did not want the black devil's people to accompany him to death. Obviously, there was a death in front of him. He did not want the...