"Yes, it's me. Let Wei Dong answer the phone... Wei Dong, help me with something. Consider it as payment for the last time you helped us kill someone... Hmm, the person is in the West Suburb, not tall, somewhat dark-skinned, around 30 years old, nicknamed Black Skin, involved in crossbow trafficking, he must stay alive. Okay, I'll wait for you for five minutes."
Su Xiao was on the phone when a slightly chubby big hand patted his shoulder.
"Su Xiao, my cousin is still here, she's quite timid."
Ma Fatty swallowed, and to be honest, he had never witnessed a murder scene before. Although the victim was a desperado who had committed numerous crimes, his heart inevitably felt a bit uneasy.
Su Xiao glanced at the young woman in the dress; she was already slumped against the wall, looking terrified and deathly pale. If the skinny man died here, she would likely have a shadow over her for some time, no, perhaps even a lifelong trauma.
