Song Zhi was originally a powerful figure dominating the apocalypse, slicing zombies like vegetables and building dozens of bases. However, on the very day the apocalypse ended, she transmigrated t...
His accomplices did the same, crying and begging for mercy.
"Have mercy, have mercy, we really didn't mean to offend you, please let us go, we really don't dare to do it again..."
They were all hit so hard that they temporarily lost their ability to move.
"Oh, now you know you were wrong?"
Song Zhi sneered.
Wu Mingwen and his accomplices nodded in agreement: "We know we were wrong. We truly know we were wrong. We won't do it again. Please forgive us this time."
Song Zhi raised her eyebrows when she heard the voice, and she loosened her foot on Wu Mingwen's waist, but did not move it away. She continued.
"Then do you know where you went wrong?"
The cold female voice was like the devil's whisper, echoing in everyone's heart.
Wu Mingwen: "I know, I know... I shouldn't have teased you, and I shouldn't have spoken rudely to you..."
Song Zhi: "Anything else?"
Wu Mingwen thought carefully, but couldn't remember who else had offended this terrible woman in front of him. He lay on the ground with a frown in thought.
Seeing this, Song Zhi kindly reminded: "Say everything you did in the hotel loudly. If you don't speak loudly, you won't have to speak again in the future."
Wu Mingwen became even more frightened.
There's no need to speak any more. Wouldn't that just turn them into dead people? Only the dead can't speak.
How can this be!
The instinct for survival made Wu Mingwen speak faster.
"We shouldn't litter in the hotel, nor should we insult them... well, we shouldn't, we shouldn't provoke trouble..."
Wu Mingwen spoke one by one.
Shi Shuwan was listening there, and she didn't expect that he had not committed a single crime.