When the Little Brag opened his eyes, he saw a face hanging upside down from above, staring straight at him as it leaned against a tree, smoking a cigarette.
Immediately after, he realized that it wasn't the other person hanging upside down, but himself.
He was hanging from a tree, with nothing to support him.
He instinctively struggled, but to no avail; he instinctively disappeared again, only to see the rope start to wriggle as it tried to climb up in an effort to escape.
CLICK. A soft sound.
He stiffly turned his head and saw the smiling big brother with a gun in his hand.
The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at him.
"Name?" Huai Shi asked kindly.
Without waiting for an answer, he fired a shot into the sky, and the loud bang demonstrated the power of the gun.
Well, it was one he had found in the toolbox of the car.
It looked like Ali was indeed privileged.
After gasping for air, the child finally learned to behave.
