Xiao Tian and Lin Bingxuan saw a large crowd gathered here and felt curious, so they walked closer and saw it was Li Ying's restaurant.
"Have you been here before?" Lin Bingxuan asked.
Xiao Tian nodded and squeezed through the crowd, peering through the glass window to see Wang Meng collapsed on the ground.
Saintly Virtue Daoist snatched the pistol from Wang Meng's waist, feeling much more emboldened, and looked at him with a sinister smile, suddenly raising his right foot and stomping down on his chest.
"Ah!!!"
Wang Meng screamed miserably as he curled up, his body trembling constantly, each tremor accompanied by blood gushing from his mouth.
Li Ying let out a piercing scream, knelt beside Wang Meng, tears continually falling as she loudly called out his name.
Saintly Virtue Daoist let out a series of lewd laughs and raised his foot again, this time aiming between Wang Meng's legs, his expression becoming even more ferocious and terrifying: "What I want is this gun!"
