After Pei Tugou parked the car, he got out to take a look. After thinking it over, Pei Tugou decided to hold back for now and picked up his phone to make a call.
"Hello, Wen Yan."
"Hey, bro, what's up?"
"It's me."
On the other side, Wen Yan's eyes immediately narrowed when he heard that tone.
"Brother Gou, what is it?"
"Your old bro was just doing his usual job today. Got a case of a normal death, a young lady who even donated her corneas. Then I found someone had hammered a wooden spike into her skull. I pulled it out, and resentment started gushing out. Instant corpse mutation."
"Brother Gou, send me your location. I'll be there in twenty minutes."
"No need. I just want to ask you—someone dared to use me like this, splash this kind of filth on me. If I string him up from a lamppost, that's not too much, right?"
Wen Yan took a quick breath, his mind spinning, and immediately played along.
