"Forget it, I'll just do it by hand today," he growled.
"Once I get my hands on the money, I'm definitely going to have my way with you, over and over."
The bearded man spoke in a low voice.
Then he found a corner, set down his submachine gun, and began to rub his hands together rapidly.
"Almost there, almost there."
However, at that moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind him – it was none other than Zhang Xiaomeng.
Seeing the shadow on the ground, the bearded man was about to shout out.
But Zhang Xiaomeng was faster, grabbing his neck and twisting it hard.
The bearded man's body shook violently as his neck was snapped.
Zhang Xiaomeng looked at the dead bearded man and coldly picked up his gun.
He quietly changed into the man's clothes.
Inside the cave.
The man with the scarred face was growing impatient as well.
It had been five hours, and Chief Chen still hadn't shown up.
The man with the scarred face sneered, "It looks like your life isn't worth much."
