Seeing Xie Wengong holding a knife, Zhu Zhenxing, who was tied, couldn't help but yell: "Xie Wengong, you are too shameless! You have the ability to fight with my brother with bare hands and fists, and see if he can beat you!"
"Snapped!"
Yang Zeyu slapped Zhu Zhenxing's face, and said coldly, "Shut up!"
"Well, don't talk!" Zhong Yihan said quickly, "It's just a knife, it's not a big deal!"
He tickled his fingers to Xie Wengong: "Come!"
Xie Wengong felt that he was despised, suddenly angry, and rushed up with a machete!
He has a knife in his hand, and his offensive is like a mad tiger. Zhong Yihan naturally chose to fight with him. Although he was wearing a combat suit in his clothes, Xie Wengong's small blade can't break it. He is not afraid.
But Zhong Yihan always had a bad feeling in his heart, so he didn't show all his cards.
And the funny thing is.