บท 199: Chapter 199: The Wicked Have Their Own Scourges

In an era without mobile phones and internet, it was Hell for a homebody transmigrator.

Although Qinghe Middle School had a telephone room, Wang Yunxiao hadn't even thought about getting a phone number from the Special Service Bureau when he had returned.

Modern people simply didn't have this awareness.

Walking back is going to be so far...

But if he couldn't confirm that matter, his mind couldn't be at ease.

Wang Yunxiao didn't speak, and Zhou Qing didn't dare to say a word either.

In the entire Nantong District of Tianmen City, Brother Yuanxiao had a unique reputation—publicly killing someone with a knife in a busy street would make him at least a hero like Wu Song or Dian Wei in the storytelling books. What was even scarier was that he got away with murder without any consequences, and the Governmental Office didn't intervene.