Facing Sun Jun, the desperado, Chen Ge swallowed hard and muttered to himself as he shrank to one side. He wasn't one of those hot-blooded youths lost in heroic fantasies; he had a large sum of money saved up in a foreign bank, enough to see him through the second half of his life in comfort, and it wasn't worth getting into trouble with a desperado like Sun Jun.
Ling Feng couldn't help but glance at Sun Jun, who was leaning lazily against the wall. Sun Jun's delicate features did not betray the fact that he was the number one wanted criminal who had killed over a dozen people.
Noticing Ling Feng's gaze, Sun Jun flashed him a toothy smile. Ling Feng frowned slightly but ignored him.
After eating their dry rice balls, the group couldn't help but feel parched. Sun Jun walked to the door and knocked, "We need water!"
The door creaked open, and Tiezhu walked in with a bucket of water, saying with a smirk, "Want to drink? No problem!"