Others rushed in, their eyeballs nearly popping out in shock!
They wore a uniform twist to their expressions.
They... were sure they hadn't entered the wrong room?
Inside the private room, they saw nine pig heads - no, that's not right - nine people beaten into pig heads, squatting in a corner, lined up playing a game...
Meanwhile, at the table, a stalwart man, with a swollen face bluish with bruises and blood-smeared tissues stuffed up his nostrils, held Xia Weibao's phone and played 'King of Glory' with a look of utter despair.
The tabletop was strewn with several disassembled handguns.
Xia Weibao sat next to the stalwart man, a spicy strip lodged in her mouth, earnestly dismantling and assembling a machine gun in her hands...
What on earth... what the heck was happening here?
Zhao Wen and the others were mystified; perhaps they were opening this wrong...
Hearing the kick at the door, Xia Weibao lifted her head and, seeing Fang Lilin, broke into a joyful smile.
