"Sister Dao, I didn't know." Brother Zhu spoke with a quiver in his voice, then directly knelt on the ground, his body still trembling with fear.
All the other underlings also knelt down suddenly, their faces showing despair and a deathly stillness.
They dared not hope for survival now, inadvertently having incurred such lethal troubles, which was what they deserved for their wrongdoings while trying to cozy up to Ma Qianqiu. Who would've thought Ma Qianqiu would bring them fatal calamities?
Complaining was meaningless at this point.
Offending the Ye Gang? Wasn't that seeking death?
Brother Zhu and the others knew they weren't far from their death. The high and mighty Ye Gang would hardly care about their lives. A simple command and they'd end up dead in the streets, ignored by the police, who would regard them as trash and might even thank the killer for removing a nuisance.
