Accidental Gathering Of People (1)

This little thief kept begging for mercy. Now that he was in Zhou Jing's hands, how could he dare to use his head to receive the punch of such a fierce person?

Seeing that he was tactful, Zhou Jing did not threaten him anymore. He placed him back on the ground and lifted the man's mask.

Under the mask was a sallow face. He had an ordinary appearance and was stiff and expressionless, but his eyes were bright.

With a glance, Zhou Jing guessed that this person was most likely wearing a human skin mask. At this moment, he did not expose him and pressed on the little thief's shoulder to prevent him from escaping.

At this moment, the middle-aged man beside him realized that Zhou Jing was not in cahoots with the thief. He hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and cupping his hands politely.

"Gentlemen, please. I was anxious just now and misunderstood the two of you. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay."