"Call the police? Pfft!" Lao Shi, An Zhiying, holding a bucket, looked at him as if he were an idiot, a hint of amusement flashing in his cold eyes. "Before we came here, we had already tampered with all the surveillance cameras in the complex. Your neighbors won't hear your struggles, rest assured. If you disappear, no one will know it was us who did it."
As he spoke, An Zhiying no longer minded the man's struggles, stretching out his long hands to firmly hold him down, and then placed a thin piece of parchment over his face.
After that, he scooped a splash of water from the bucket and doused the man's face with it, soaking the entire piece of parchment.
"Mmmph... Mmmph..." The man, whose mouth and nose were completely covered by the wet parchment, struggled ceaselessly, a great fear rising in his heart.
