One of the men, his face twisted with viciousness, walked up to Jiang Jiu, and swiftly slapped her.
Before Jiang Jiu had a chance to react, another slap struck her back.
Jiang Jiu felt her mouth tear open, the taste of blood filling her senses.
One of the men said, "Don't knock her out, otherwise, we'll just have to wait for her to wake up again."
"Wait, bullshit, if you ask me, we should have used water to wake her up earlier, fuck, she dares to hit me."
Hearing their conversation, Jiang Jiu swiftly realized, the one hitting her was the man she had struck with a golf club, seeking revenge.
Jiang Jiu coughed twice, her voice weak, "Gentlemen, I don't know what I did to offend you. If it's money you want, I can have my family send it over, would that work?"
"Money?" one of the men snorted as he lit a cigarette, "I don't want your money, I want the information you've dug up."
