"Old man, I'm not a bad man..."
Xu Bai tried to show a smiling face and said to the frightened middle-aged man whose mouth was covered by Duan Xiaojia. The middle-aged man's mouth was purring. He stared at several guards with long knives behind him and ignored Xu Bai's words.
Ah!
Xu Bai sighed and pointed in the room, leaving a man at the door to watch the street outside, while the others dragged the middle-aged man into the room.
The room was dark, and several people quickly looked at the wood shed on both sides of the wing. They were sure that there were only a few people in the room except this middle-aged man