He walked toward him step by step, adjusting the black leather gloves on his hands.
The young man on the ground kept inching backward, fear evident in his eyes, murmuring:
"Don't kill me, don't kill me... It wasn't on purpose... He hid the stuff here before... I saw it with my own eyes..."
If it hadn't been for the rumor that someone helped find that person with a reward of ten million, he wouldn't have approached them and dealt with these people.
The middle-aged man with a beard faced the scene:"..."
His eyes deepened a bit.
Mr. Wu looked over and asked, "Are you going to deal with the dog outside, or are you staying here?"
The bearded man flickered with a struggle in his eyes, but it vanished in an instant, and he eventually waved his hand casually, saying:
"You go handle that animal."
Mr. Wu didn't dawdle, pulling a dagger from his pocket and heading out the door.
The bearded man: "..."
He clenched his fist involuntarily.
