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Uncle Jiang shook a few times and then fell to the ground, his head covered in blood.
I turned pale in an instant, cold sweat drenching my back, "He Youfei? Why did you hit Uncle Jiang?"
It was too bizarre, He Youfei had actually been waiting in the restroom in advance.
Had Uncle Jiang and I been followed?
"Obstacles must, of course, be eliminated first," He Youfei walked toward me, the stick in his hand dripping with blood.
I took a half step back, my legs growing weak, "I'll give you the clothes in three days, please... don't come any closer!"
"Clothes? The clothes are no longer necessary." He Youfei's gaze was very strange, as if glued to me.
I was almost certain that he intended to do something.
I quickly inserted the motorcycle keys and mounted the bike.
Uncle Jiang had been knocked unconscious with just one strike, which showed the severity of his injury.
I had to find a safe place to call the police, to summon an ambulance.
