Zhang Wenliang's hands were stained with a hint of fresh blood at the moment, and his right hand was holding a pair of tweezers clamping a finger.
As for whose it was, there was no need to say more.
The shrew instantly broke down: "You bunch of demons! Demons!"
"Demons? Indeed, I am a demon!"
Zhang Wenliang would certainly not let Lu Xiaobu take the fall. He looked at the shrew with a savage smile: "Let me tell you, remember to pay back the money, or we'll have plenty of time to play slowly! If the fingers are gone, there are toes, and if the toes are gone, there is that thing! I believe you wouldn't want to witness that scene!"
The shrew felt an instant chill all over her body, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar!
Now she finally understood, finally understood!
She finally realized her worthless status!
"That, brother, uncle, no, grandfather! I'm sorry, I apologize, please let my son go!"
The shrew came in front of Lu Xiaobu, frantically begging for mercy.
