C217 Thunder Strike!

No matter how much Jin Bao hated him, he could only bow his head and pretend to be a grandson.

After Zhang Muye made a round of calls and left satisfied, Jin Bao quickly took out his phone. "Hello, Sky Dragon? I, Jin Bao, will bring a group of brothers. . . "

"Yo! Your phone is not bad, or is it Weitu? I'll lend it to you for two days