Wang Dali was tied up like a New Year's pig.
After being captured, his gaze still fiercely fixed on Mu Shuangshuang.
He cursed and said, "You stinky girl, sooner or later you'll fall into my hands. When that time comes, I'll make you wish you were dead! You won't die well, you shameless scum!"
Mu Shuangshuang smirked slightly, unbothered, "A bandit calling me a shameless scum? You got any face left? Did you eat it yourself?"
"Shuangshuang, don't show him any mercy. If you ask me, just beat him to death!"
Yu Liulang, fearing Wang Dali might one day seek revenge on Mu Shuangshuang, suggested.
Mu Shuangshuang nodded earnestly, "I think so too. Why not boil some oil in the village and fry this Wang Dali alive? He's done enough evil recently; he can die once!"
Wang Dali was startled by Mu Shuangshuang's words.
He snorted, and his face turned pale instantly.
"You... you dare kill me, I won't let you get away with it, I..."
