Thank goodness for my good luck; otherwise, I would have been kidnapped for ransom and still clueless about what happened.
After making up his mind, Lin Nineteen felt like he could already see the death omen looming over his head.
No idea how many more traps lie ahead...
Sitting at home, all I did was spew some verbal garbage, so how did I end up in this godforsaken mess?
If I can dodge this bullet, I swear I'll stay as far away from that bastard as possible—the farther, the better!
After praying with the few shreds of sincerity he had to the True Dragon Candle Yin, who had probably been dead for who knows how many years, he swallowed and mustered his last ounce of courage to pick up the phone.
Then he hurriedly knelt to beg for mercy.
[I only have 23 million on me, Big Brother, please spare my life! I won't talk smack anymore!]
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On the ship, Huai Shi felt as if his whole world had been turned upside down.
What happened?
What's going on?
