"Wuwuwu…"
Wang Tingshan wanted to beg for mercy, but his mouth was sealed and he could not speak at all.
Meanwhile, Lin Yi had no intention of letting him go.
"Lin Yi!"
Seeing that the situation was turning sour, Song Jinmin stepped forward and grabbed Lin Yi's arm. He had lost control. If this continued, he would end up killing all three of them.
"Let go of me!"
Thock!
Song Jinmin straightened his fingers into a knife and chopped at Lin Yi's neck. The latter fainted, and the villa returned to silence.
"Let's get to work. It'll be too late if we dawdle any longer. When we leave later, don't forget to take their phones with you."
…
When Lin Yi woke up, it was already past eight in the morning.
It was clear just how hard Song Jinmin had hit him.
Sitting next to him wasn't Song Jinmin, but Lu Beichen.
"Elder Lu, oh my god, it hurts."
