Xiaoman suddenly sneered, raised his middle finger to Lin Fei, and returned to a trash can. This action finally allowed him to vent his anger at being bullied by the other party over the years.

"Go...fuck you...fuck! Xiaoman! I...fuck..."

With his mouth full of blood, Lin Fei couldn't even utter a complete sentence now. He wanted to beg for mercy from the people in front of him, and also wanted to use the most vicious words to greet Xiao Man's ancestors, but every time he said a word, there was a lump in his throat.

It's just a gurgling flow of more blood.

After a long time, this group of people finally pulled the fishing line completely out of the opponent's body, but the disappointment of not finding anything also made their spirits sluggish again. They looked at the tangled ball of fishing line in their hands.

, and threw it directly in Lin Fei's face like throwing garbage, spitting a mouthful of thick phlegm at him and then scattered it away.

At this time, Lin Fei had only his last breath left, and his entire face was stained red with blood. When his eyes saw the bloody internal tissue hanging in the dense fish hooks on the ground, he

He already knew his fate.

There was another violent cough, and the blood clot with a strong fishy smell finally got stuck in Lin Fei's trachea. At this time, he could only make weaker and weaker whimpers.

In the end, Lin Fei died in his own hands. If he hadn't done the things he did in the 27th Company, if he hadn't been as greedy as he is now, and if he could have been kinder to Xiao Man, then what he would be like now

Then so many families in Mobei City would not be destroyed by his hands, Xiaoman would not risk his own life, and what happened today on Widow Street would no longer exist.
Chapter completed!