At this moment, Zhang Jun felt a chill down his spine, and his whole being started to panic. After all, he was also feeling uneasy, having no clear idea who Wang Jie really was.
What if that kid really couldn't think straight, committed rape and murder, and went down this path of no return? If Zhao Wang Jie truly wished to screw them over, to the point of death, he, Zhang Jun, was definitely not going to escape.
With this thought, Zhang Jun's legs suddenly went weak, and he could barely stand upright.
"Fuck, goddamn fuck, such rotten luck. Where's that guy? Why the hell hasn't Huang Gou arrived yet—where the fuck did he die?"
"He's here, big brother. Huang Gou isn't far from us now; he's already lured Zhang Meijuan's husband, Li Ergou, over here."
After saying this, Zhang Jun instantly laughed smugly, clapping his hands hurriedly.
"Good, her husband's arrival is just perfect; I'm just worried there's nobody to catch these adulterous bastards in the act."
