"Are you sure?"
"Why wouldn't I be? What do those debts have to do with me? Without any other proof, how can I know if your bill is real or fake?"
As Wen Mian turned to leave, she was unaware that Zhao Kuo suddenly commanded, and more than a dozen people rushed out from behind her.
Several men dressed alike, their dark clothes flashing before Wen Mian's eyes.
Zhao Kuo, unwilling to give up in front of her, asked again, "I'm asking you one last time, will you pay it or not?"
"No!"
As her words fell, the man in the lead charged at her first.
The man moved efficiently, as if he would take control of Wen Mian in the next second.
Behind her, there was the low command of Zhao Kuo.
"Go on, beat her to death!"
Whether Zhao Kuo truly meant to beat her to death was unknown.
But judging by the looks of these people, Wen Mian's heart was filled with fear.
However, at the critical moment, a silver SUV suddenly burst into everyone's field of vision from behind.
