Nightingale was a woman of her word.
When the plane landed at the airport, Yang Kang left with the box holding the tiger's head.
Accompanying her departure were two men equally donning sunglasses.
One was a cripple, the other was missing a hand.
Song Bing came running over and slapped Wu Bin on the shoulder.
"Old Wu, what are you doing, why are your eyes still red?"
Wu Bin rubbed his eyes.
"Nothing, just pink eye."
Song Bing: ...
Frightened, Song Bing quickly let go and maintained a distance from Wu Bin.
He had concluded that Wu Bin was absolutely a carrier of the Innate Disaster Poison Body.
How come he was always getting sick, and each time with a different illness?
Although Song Bing couldn't understand it, that wasn't important.
Why? Because Wu Bin was his roommate.
He didn't mind.
"Old Wu, you just made five million, how do you plan to spend it?"
Without a second thought, Wu Bin said, "I'll give you three million first."
