Three minutes later, Wang Hai sat down gasping for breath, feeling immensely satisfied.
He said fiercely, "That feels good. If Ye Ming really dies this time, we must celebrate with a big feast!"
Xu Ling lay on his body, equally angry, and said, "Hmph, I'm going to settle both new and old scores. Once he's dead, I'll go and shit and piss on his grave!"
"Because of that bastard, my brother is still locked up in jail and can't get out, and my parents worry about him every day, they've lost so much weight!"
"If they knew Ye Ming was dead, they might be a bit happier."
Wang Hai sneered, and then it was time to wait for the news.
It wasn't long before Wang Hai received a phone call.
After hearing the content of the call, Wang Hai couldn't manage a single smile, his expression was uglier than if he had eaten shit.
"Young Master Wang, what exactly happened?" A very ominous premonition surged in Xu Ling's heart, and she asked.