"Please don't kill me, senior! I have lots of money and many women, I'll give them all to you! Please!"
Wang Fu's soul was trembling; he regretted provoking such a terrifying being.
Sikong Jin's expression didn't change as he stepped forward and grabbed Wang Fu's head.
Boom!
Wang Fu's body shook violently, his eyes frozen in fear, and he stopped breathing.
"Sigh, it's always me who has to do these dirty, tiring jobs, even though I'm the boss."
Feng Lin gave a bitter smile, hoisted Wang Fu's body onto his shoulder, and walked outside.
Sikong Jin followed behind Feng Lin, leaving with him.
Not far away, Xu Ruoying and the others were relieved to see Feng Lin come out unscathed.
They all turned pale at the sight of Wang Fu's body on Feng Lin's shoulder.
"Feng Lin, did you kill someone?"
Xu Ruoying asked, covering her mouth.
"That's right, how does that saying go? No matter how skilled you are, you still fear a kitchen knife, let alone firearms."