Chapter 16: The Jianghu is Perilous, Who Does Not Regret?_3

"Don't speak, if you want to refuse, just don't do it in the future, give me a little hope."

"This isn't a demand or a request, consider it a wish."

The fat chef began to regret eating that meal.

He rubbed his belly, his face as bitter as if he'd been cuckolded.

Eris sat on the bed, he noticed Domo's awkwardly twisting toes.

"Hahaha, Domo, hahaha, forget it, pretend I didn't say anything."

The West Coast agent laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

What's wrong with me?

This ridiculous expectation, pathetic behavior, huh.

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The closed room was brightly lit by the ceiling light, as bright as day inside.

A person with a burlap sack over their head sat in a chair, placed in the center of the room.

This person was still alive, struggling, but the ropes wound around and around had him tied tight.

The absent-minded Niu Sen was brought in by others, Chief Glu, exhausted, sat to one side, his subordinates helping him control the situation in the room.