Chapter Four Hundred Eighty-Seven
The middle-aged woman gave a forced, hollow laugh.
The woman in sunglasses beside her found it hugely satisfying to watch.
Look at that, you didn't help me and now it's your turn. Let's see if you can cry your way out of this one.
Long Xiaoshan sneered, "Alright, since you want to settle accounts with me, let's get to it. My car broke down up ahead, the tires were punctured with several large nails. Those nails, you scattered them, didn't you?"
The bald thug's face changed for a moment, then he sneered back, "I don't know what you're talking about."
