"Huh? What's wrong?"
The man, hearing his wife's cry, opened his blurry eyes and sat up. His wife urgently pointed at Zheng Minghui and his companion, indicating that the two men had passed out drunk.
The man suddenly sobered up, shook his groggy head, and said, "Quick! Go get the weapon. We need to act. F*ck, these two can really drink."
"Are we killing them now?" the woman asked in surprise.
"If we don't act now, when will we? Let's chop off their hands first and stop the bleeding. We'll deliver them to our son tomorrow. Hurry up!"
"Okay!"
The woman nodded, and went into the kitchen to fetch another knife for her husband. Just as her figure disappeared from the living room, Zheng Minghui, who was lying behind the man, unsteadily rose up and patted the man's shoulder!
"Hey! Brother."
"Ah! Who are you?"
Li Xunhao touched his forehead, clearly not fully sobered up from his drunken state, but feeling someone patting his shoulder made him jump in surprise and quickly ask.
