Yang Zhao was quite pleased with himself that night, so he drank quite a bit.
After leaving the house, he was even more disoriented.
He went alone to the underground garage. Just as he was about to drive home, he felt a chill down his spine.
Yang Zhao subconsciously turned around and saw a creepy old man sitting behind him.
"Ah!"
Yang Zhao was so scared that his whole body trembled. He instantly sobered up!
The old man raised his hand and pressed on Yang Zhao's shoulder. The huge force made Yang Zhao unable to move!
"Sir... I'll give you as much money as you want. Don't kill me..." Yang Zhao was so scared that he almost peed his pants.
The old man looked at Yang Zhao sinisterly and then poked his head over.
A strong stench of bad breath immediately assailed Yang Zhao's nostrils.
This made Yang Zhao, who was already drunk, almost spit out.