"By the way, brother, please speak at my residence!"
"Alright!"
Luo Bin looked around at the people coming and going, feeling that this was not the place to talk. Then he patted Ayong on the shoulder and spoke lightly. Ayong nodded silently in response.
After all, Luo Bin knew that his brother being murdered wasn't a glorious thing, and discussing it in public was inappropriate, so he invited Ayong to his residence to discuss it.
Before long, the two had arrived in front of Luo Bin's residence. Ayong's steps gradually slowed down, then he spoke with a trembling mouth.
"Brother Bin, why don't we talk here? I don't see anyone around."
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Ayong, having been stopped at the door earlier, had a bit of a shadow about this place, so he smiled awkwardly and spoke lightly... Luo Bin listened, confused, and asked.
"Uh... forget it. Let's just talk here."
"It must be because of that idiot; wait and see! I'll teach him a good lesson."
