"Lao Liu, I think you should give me an explanation." The tall man with a short hair looked at him coldly, standing still, but he had the aura of a born king.
"I...I..." Lao Liu was sweating profusely. He never expected such a result. As if to hide his inner nervousness, he continued to flip through the books full of notes.
"Lao Liu, how much do you owe me so far?" The tall man with a short hair suddenly stood up and walked over step by step. The others looked at Lao Liu with gloating.
Lao Liu became more and more nervous, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble. He held the book and flipped through the pages, as if expecting the short-haired man to actually read something out of it before he went crazy.
Zhou Ming, who was outside the window, shook his head slightly. He did not expect that the books prepared by Chu Tingting would cause such trouble.[
In a blink of an eye, the big man with an inch head had walked in front of Lao Liu. Lao Liu still didn't dare to raise his head, flipping through the book. The big man slowly pulled out a hatchet from his waist and asked coldly: "Lao Liu, one
Would you be willing to exchange your arm for fifty thousand?"
"Ah?" Lao Liu's tone was full of astonishment, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your acquiescence!" As soon as he finished speaking, the tall man with a short head raised the machete high, and in the blink of an eye he would drop the knife with his hand, causing blood to spatter on the spot!
Soon enough, Zhou Ming, who was outside the window, kicked the door open, and rushed in like a hurricane. He kicked the big man in the wrist with one kick, and the knife rolled to the side with a clang.
"Who are you?!" The short-haired man stared angrily at the uninvited guest. Seeing this, several other people immediately stood behind the short-haired man.
Zhou Ming, however, seemed to have not seen them at all. He bent down, sorted the books one by one, and packed them into his bag. The short-haired man looked at Lao Liu again, and Lao Liu also looked at Zhou Ming in front of him in surprise.
, stammered: "He...he is the owner of this bag."
"You brought people back?!" The short-haired man raised his eyebrows: "You actually leaked our traces?! Do you know how dangerous this is!" When he said the last sentence, he almost shouted.
Lao Liu was sweating coldly: "I didn't bring him back... I don't know when he came here on his own."
While they were talking, Zhou Ming had packed his backpack and stood up to leave.