"No, I don't know anymore. We can't leave this work area normally. I only overheard this matter late one night..." the man trembled as he spoke.
Having said that, he moved slightly toward Jiang Yan on his hands and knees, as if to show some intentional goodwill.
"Hmm—"
The short man who was shot with an anesthetic gun suddenly groaned, and his bound body twisted in pain like a maggot.
Jiang Yan knew that the effect of the anesthetic gun had worn off.
She gave Hua Bao a meaningful look.
"Chua—" The tape covering the short man's eyes was rudely torn off by Hua Bao.
In the eyes of others, it was as if some strange force had torn it off out of thin air.
Seeing eyebrows and bloodstained eyelids stuck to it, along with this eerie scene, few butchers were so scared that they wetted themselves.
A faint warmth emerged from the area around their pants.
