"What are you guys looking at? Quickly get the person down, throw him aside, we don't care anymore." Zhang Xiaofan wanted to drag the little boy off the car, but her strength was insufficient, and she didn't succeed.
Suddenly, she felt someone approaching from behind, someone suddenly covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, a pungent smell wafted in, she was about to shout, but couldn't make a sound, before she could struggle a few times, she had already fainted.
"What are you looking at? Sister Zhang has killed someone, now we're taking her to the hotel, drive quickly."
A few thugs casually threw the little boy's body on the roadside, got in the car, and drove away.
Zhang Xiaofan was unconscious, in her dreams, she felt her body was somewhat uncomfortable, faintly heard someone say: "… Sister Zhang, don't blame us, we were told to do this, we're all after that fifty thousand..."
