Zhang Meng tilted her head and thought, her expression somewhat dull, as if her brain was not entirely functioning, clearly, the cigarette she had smoked contained more than just hallucinogens.
"There were two groups, four men in total. The first two who came spoke with a Qindao accent. I couldn't see their faces, I guess they were very young, no, I should say not very old. As for the two who came later, they spoke Cantonese, I don't know exactly where they were from, but both were balding, very skinny old men."
"In this villa, there are service staff, but only two men. Did you not see them when you came in? Hey, look, those two are the staff!"
Following the direction of Zhang Meng's finger, two men had just fastened their motorcycle helmets, their backs to the villa, ready to drive off. Zhang Ping pointed in the direction of the motorcycle and shouted down:
"Stop those two, they're the villa's service staff, quick!"
