"I'm very angry!" The male voice on the other end of the phone was clearly filled with displeasure.
"I'm sorry." Tang Ming pushed the empty bowl in front of him aside and casually picked up a chopstick, "Please give me another chance."
"I hope you don't disappoint me again." The other party said just one sentence before hanging up.
Tang Ming stood up, stuffed the phone into his pocket, and the shopkeeper's wife, seeing his appearance, instinctively took a step back.
In mid-air, the chopstick drew a phantom shadow, accurately piercing the shopkeeper's wife's throat.
Without looking at her face, Tang Ming dragged the corpse on the ground casually into the kitchen. After two screams, everything fell silent.
Looking at the corpses of the shopkeeper's wife and two others in the kitchen, there wasn't much excess emotion on Tang Ming's face. He simply strode over, opened the gas valve, and immediately the gas began to hiss as it spewed out.
