C1145 File

"What is it? You want to drive a Wood Silo to beat me to death? "

Zhou Yi looked at Martin's hand and smiled.

Martin did not let down his guard because of Zhou Yi's words. On the contrary, he tightened his grip on the Wood Silo.

He had to ensure that when Zhou Yi was about to attack, he could directly raise the Wood Silo and pull the trigger.

Compared to Martin's nervousness