C271 White Powder

Zhao Sanjin was very fast, and it was a sudden attack. The two Silk-pantyhosed Beauty were caught off guard and did not have any defense at all. When they came back to their senses and screamed, Zhao Sanjin's right hand had already reached into the black leather bag and was touching it randomly. When he pulled his hand out again, there were two brand new hundred yuan notes in his hand