Outside the classroom of class three-four, Huang Xiaojun glanced around and, seeing no one nearby, answered the phone, "Hello, Brother Chen, is there anything else?"
"Young Master Jun, I... I..." Chen Feng struggled for a while before finally squeezing out three words: "I'm scared!"
"Scared?" Huang Xiaojun frowned, thinking to himself that Brother Chen didn't seem like a coward. Didn't he normally do all kinds of things for my dad, like murder and arson? Why has he become so scared after just killing someone? He was even stuttering. Huang Xiaojun felt somewhat contemptuous but dared not show it, instead offering reassurance, "Brother Chen, it's not like you've never done this before, right? What's there to be scared of? Besides, didn't you say you did a clean job? With that, there's nothing to fear!"
"Young... Young Master Jun... it's not like that," Chen Feng's voice trembled, "You better run."
