"Let go! You dog**! Everyone is watching!" The fat woman didn't care at all, as if she wasn't worried that the cowardly Li Sansi would do anything terrifying. She raised her fat leg and fiercely kicked Gao Ming's shin and knee.
Feeling the pain, Gao Ming pulled out the black gun, the cold metal muzzle pressed against the fat woman's brow, sticky blood tightly adhered to the skin. The Grim Reaper spread its arms wide, and in such a situation, the fat woman's movements gradually slowed. Despite deeply believing Li Sansi was holding a fake gun, she dared not gamble against death.
"Enough, enough, pay off your debts quickly and drive away those debt collectors, so everyone can have some peace." The fat woman's attitude softened, no longer overbearing, her chubby face displaying a hint of sincerity.
"In your eyes, what kind of person am I? Be honest, be detailed." Gao Ming didn't retract the gun; he wanted to use this opportunity to understand Li Sansi more accurately.
