The cameraman suddenly pressed the lens, and the live stream went black instantly.

This caught those who were constantly watching the live stream off guard.

The monkey, unable to contain his anger, kicked Dog Three in the shoulder while cursing under his breath.

"Fuck you! What the hell did you tell me back then? You said you'd handled it! You handled it! You just did whatever you wanted!"

"The camera captured it directly, and there's no way to replace it now!"

Dog Three was kicked by the monkey and flew several meters away.

He scrambled to his feet, his body trembling uncontrollably, then stumbled back to kneel at the monkey's feet, saying, "Boss Hou, we had no choice. We really forgot to deal with it that day..."

"Please help us! So many cops have come these past few days. We're no use at all; they can't get in..."

The monkey, with a cigarette dangling from its mouth, listened to Gou San's words, its brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Suddenly he took the cigarette out of his mouth and shoved it onto Gou San's forehead, yelling viciously, "Damn it! I'll fuck your whole family! Why didn't you say something important earlier? What the hell are you doing?!"

Dog Three winced as the cigarette butt burned him, but he didn't dare cry out and could only endure it. Then he heard Monkey roar, "Did you give them any gifts?"

Dog Three knew that Monkey had relented, and breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly said, "No, I won't accept it."

The monkey snorted coldly, its tone somewhat disdainful: "Now those people want to get off the bus?"

"They welded the door shut!"

He lit another cigarette, but instead of using a lighter, he used old-fashioned matches.

Compared to those lighters that dispense fuel, these extinguishable flames are much more interesting.

The monkey shook its hand, casually tossing away the extinguished match, then squatted down, looking down at Dog Three with an unprecedentedly cold tone.

“If you hear this, have someone lure their wives out, then bring the goods from the south to them and explain the situation clearly.”

"Some things, once done, can never be undone."

Dog Three nodded and asked in a low voice, "Then, how many people are we bringing?"

"Just bring some random stuff, enough to scare people."

"These outsiders have no idea how much the mountains and rivers of Huainan dislike people."

...

On the other side, the cameraman instinctively wanted the two children to put on gloves so as not to disturb the scene.

However, it was discovered that they had been wearing gloves from the very beginning.

Now it stands obediently in place, far away from the bloodstained saw.

Professional tasks should be left to professionals.

Tang Wan was just an ordinary little girl.

That's what she thought.

Tang Wan had seen this dilapidated house before at the Xin Xin Orphanage; she even saw a picture of it.

At that time, Dean Su wanted to buy this place.

Tang Wan still remembers Dean Su's original words.

She seemed to be on the phone at that time, her tone somewhat nonchalant, perhaps thinking from the bottom of her heart, what could a little kid know?

Children can't remember things at all, and they don't know what adults are doing.

She said.

We've used that piece of land for so long, we've developed some attachment to it.

Buying it would be a convenient move.

"How much money? A million? He might as well rob someone!"

—Three hundred thousand, I won't pay a single penny more!

Tang Wan didn't know the exact amount of 300,000, but she had an innate sensitivity to numbers, words, and emotions.

She knew she was different from the other children, so she disguised herself in the orphanage where she was observed by many unseen "eyes".

As long as she's weird enough, she's just an ordinary kid.

Over the years, she has fooled many people.

I almost fooled myself.

Three hundred thousand.

The kitchen helper at the orphanage only earns 2,800 yuan a month. She would have to work for nine years without eating or drinking to save that much money.

But in Dean Su's words, this amount of money seemed to be just a drop in the ocean.

From her voice, Tang Wan could tell that she wasn't unable to come up with a million; she just didn't want to.

One million.

Little Tang Wan pulled her tattered clothes tighter around herself, her hands, covered in wounds and calluses, clutching the five cents she had earned from collecting garbage that day.

How many 50-cent coins are there?

How many candies?

Or perhaps, how many children's lives?

Tang Wan couldn't possibly calculate this score.

She can't figure it out!

"Give."

Tang Wan saw wisps of white mist before her eyes, and the aroma of food awakened her senses.

A light suddenly appeared in her eyes, which were lost in memories. In her line of sight, a beautiful hand held up a plump, white bun that smelled of meat and landed in front of her.

With a "gurgle," Tang Wan's stomach growled.

She instinctively reached out and covered her stomach, her fair face flushing red; she looked very embarrassed.

Fu Wenzhi, who was beside her, had no intention of making fun of Tang Wan. He simply held the steamed bun in his hand to Tang Wan's mouth.

Tang Wan reached out and took the steamed bun, noticing that Fu Wenzhi's fingertips were red.

That was probably from being steamed by the heat when you picked up the steamed buns.

Just as Fu Wenzhi was about to withdraw his hand, he felt a small, cool hand grasp him.

Then he saw Tang Wan gently exhale and blow on her fingertips.

Beneath the black hat was Tang Wan's delicate face, which, combined with the black cat outfit, truly made her look like a well-behaved kitten.

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