"Big, big brother, don't mess around, I'm a good person, I didn't lie." Lin Hai stuttered, terrified and rapidly speaking, as he frantically backed up against the wall.
"Damn it, just looking at your wimpy face pisses me off, tell me, where exactly is that girl?" The gangster's machete glinted dangerously.
Lin Hai waved his hands, an innocent look on his face: "I really don't know."
"Damn it, still playing dead!" The gangster was furious and swung his knife violently towards Lin Hai.
The girl hiding in the cubicle caught this scene through the gap, her heart nearly jumping out of her throat with regret and concern for Lin Hai. This man, acting out of kindness, was now about to suffer because of her.
Lin Hai crouched down, arms over his head, shaking in the corner, crying out in alarm: "I really don't know, I'm just a bystander, what did I do to deserve this, wuu, don't kill me."
The machete was coming in a flash, about to land on Lin Hai's head.
