"Right now it's just us looking for him, but next time we won't be so nice, and you don't need to cover for him, after all, you two are nothing to each other."
The middle-aged man pondered, "He already called in sick yesterday, I heard there was a death in his family, so there might be some misunderstanding here."
"Whether there is a misunderstanding or not isn't for you to say," Pei Jinye said indifferently.
The middle-aged man was at a loss for words.
Just then,
Brother Bi leaned in close and whispered in Pei Jinye's ear, "We just got a message from the group, telling us to not be too impulsive."
After speaking, he stepped back.
It was unclear whether Pei Jinye had listened to him or not.
Pei Jinye asked the middle-aged man to make a call, but the call didn't go through.
The middle-aged man looked innocently at Pei Jinye.
Pei Jinye snatched the cell phone and tried calling himself, but still got no connection.
Slowly, he put away the gun.
