"I'm afraid someone might get sick after eating them, then I'd be in big trouble, so I secretly dumped those mushrooms into the stinky gutter!"
Wu Xiaoyu broke out in a sweat upon hearing this. Damn! Wang Baishan, that bastard, really intended to tamper with the mushrooms!
If it weren't for the driver's discerning eyes, I'd be done for!
Wu Xiaoyu took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his pocket, stuffed them into the driver's hand, and hurried away!
From the driver, he confirmed that Wang Baishan really planned to tamper with his mushrooms, leaving Wu Xiaoyu both fearful and furious.
A person with such vicious ambition and notorious deeds, if not taught a lesson, it would be hard to quell the fury in his heart.
Wu Xiaoyu walked out from the crowd and returned to the slaughterhouse's gate. Not far from the front gate was a small river.
