He swaggered over and spat at the man.

"Worried about your clothes? You should worry about yourself first!" Zhang Bin said with a ferocious face, "Before I get rid of that little bitch, I'll kill him today..."

"Wipe clean."

The man spoke slowly, interrupting his words.

"what?"

Zhang Bin was taken aback, thinking he had heard wrong.

"Shoes, clean them."

The man stretched out his left foot. On the top of the leather shoe was the saliva that Zhang Bin just spat.

Facing the gloomy gaze of the man, Zhang Bin felt his temples throbbing.

damn it.

It seems that this man is not physically sick, but mentally sick!

"Wipe clean?"

Zhang Bin laughed sarcastically.

He stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and picked up the ashtray next to him.

"You fucking say it again!"

Zhang Bin's face was distorted due to extreme anger.

He took the ashtray and smashed it hard at the man's head.

It took all his strength.

But the man didn't move.

Before Zhang Bin's ashtray hit his head, he reached out and pinched his wrist.

Zhang Bin was taken aback for a moment, then struggled a bit.

But it didn't move.

what happened? !

A flash of shock flashed in Zhang Bin's eyes.

How could this sick man have such great hand strength? !

There was a layer of deep and cold gloom on the man's handsome face.

He suddenly exerted force.

Zhang Bin only felt a burst of pain in his wrist, and when he loosened his fingers, the ashtray was taken by the man.

"Bang" with a loud noise.

With his head buzzing, Zhang Bin didn't even see how the man made the move, and he was hit hard on the forehead.

Blood……

Flowed down his cheeks.

Zhang Bin wiped the warm liquid from his face, and after he staggered to a stand, seeing the bright red in his palm, a trace of disbelief crept up in his eyes.

When he came back to his senses, there was a burst of rage.

"I kill you!"

He suddenly pulled out the pistol in his arms and pointed it at the man in front of him.

But as soon as he took out the gun, he saw the man holding the pistol with one hand, but in an instant, he had already unloaded the magazine with one hand.

His gun became an empty shell.

"You, who are you?!"

Zhang Bin finally realized something was wrong.

The man did not speak, his handsome face was still pale and weak.

But looking at his expression, it was like looking at a dog.

Contemptuous and cold.

Zhang Bin only felt a deep cold terror, born from the bottom of his heart.

He was just about to speak when he suddenly saw the man lift his leg and kick him on the leg.

With a "click", Zhang Bin suddenly knelt down.

At the same time, it is the pain of breaking.

His leg bone is broken!

"what!!!"

Zhang Bin yelled out in pain and knelt on the ground, but he didn't dare to yell out loud.

wrong!

This man...how could he be so scary? !

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Zhang Bin's forehead.

"Wipe clean."

The man spoke again.

The voice was still slow, but it fell into Zhang Bin's ears, like a life-threatening spell.

Zhang Bin couldn't care less, his mind was full of wanting to escape from the devil's hand in front of him.

He rolled up his sleeves, lay down on the ground, and wiped the man's shoes vigorously, trembling.

"Wipe, wipe clean..."

After wiping for a while, Zhang Bin raised his head, looked at the man in front of him fearfully, and shook his lips: "You... who are you?"

The man lowered his eyes, glanced at his polished leather shoes, and his expression finally relaxed a little.

He squinted his eyes, bent down, took out a cigarette from Zhang Bin's pocket, lit it slowly, and bit it between his teeth.

With the other hand, he combed back his black hair that lay in front of his eyes, revealing that extremely handsome face.

In the melancholy and sickly eyes, a few traces of madness flashed.

"Qin Junze."

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The scum was robbed and abused

So, do you guys love this new dog man?

sleepy, good night

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