Wu Yong walked up and took the stinky sock off his mouth.
Regaining the ability to speak, the man started cursing hoarsely: "Fuck your mother's next-door neighbor! It's you again, you bastard! I haven't settled the score with you, and you've screwed me over again!"
He was obviously cursing at Wu Yong. Last time during the bar robbery, Wu Yong had already screwed him over once, and this was the second time.
But with Wu Yong's thick-skinned nature, instead of getting angry at the cursing, he just grinned, looking as sleazy as could be.
The man instantly grew nervous. Seeing Wu Yong's smiling face, he felt a chill run down his spine. Losing his earlier momentum, he stammered, "What do you want?"
Wu Yong's sleazy smile didn't fade; instead, it became more sinister, "I know a place where they really like strong men like you. Selling you to them should fetch a good price."
The man's forehead immediately lined with black lines, "Fuck, do you think I'm a whore?!"
