Hearing his words, the scar-faced man impatiently interrupted, "Alright, alright, nobody wants to hear you ramble on."
"You really don't..." Bao Fuye's words were cut off directly by the scar-faced man's hand over his mouth.
Watching Bao Fuye struggle desperately, the scar-faced man sniffed and dialed Jiang Tong's phone number.
Jiang Tong, who was at the amusement park, was planning to go home, but inexplicably received a call from an unknown number.
"Hello?" she answered cautiously.
Upon hearing Jiang Tong's response, the scar-faced man let out a sinister smile.
"Is this Ms. Jiang Tong?"
"Yes, it is."
"Isn't it a coincidence, your man with the last name Bao is in my hands right now..."
Hearing this, Jiang Tong frowned tightly, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"I don't want anything. The abandoned warehouse on the south side of the city, I hope you come alone right now, or you can prepare to collect your man's body."
