After falling into the water last night, instead of changing her clothes after getting on the boat, she just pulled out the knife in her arm and tied the wound with a scarf.
"Ha ha ha ha!" At this time, she couldn't help but sneezed.
"Coff, you're injured. You'd better go to the hospital." Her accomplice reminded her. "Or you can find a clinic. The clinic doesn't need an ID card to register."
"Let's talk about it later." Spear said in a nasal voice, rubbing her itchy nose. "I always feel that Ragib and the others will come after us. We'd better ask others to leave Michael first. Anyway, we have enough money to prepare this time."
But she couldn't accept that she didn't kill Zoya!
Otherwise, if Zoya died, there would be nothing to think about. In the future, she would be the only one in his heart!-as expected, he should make a prompt decision to kill someone. He couldn't waste his breath on them!
A man stood in front of the warehouse, responsible for guarding.
