C1400 Iron Hand.

Ming Jiutian did not want to say anything to this kind of person. At this moment, he could only cover his broken arm and fall to the ground, wailing.

"I'll give you one more chance. Do you want to... or not?" Ming Jiutian stepped on the middle-aged man's chest.

"I said... the antidote is not on me, it's in Yinn Tianshu's hands..