"What the hell are you yelling for?" Brother Wu clearly wasn't an easygoing person and immediately retorted, "Your brain's been blown open, yet you think someone can patch you up? You're doomed no matter where you go—damned fool."
The man who was shot in the head was still in a daze, having not yet seen who attacked him, because Zhong Xiaoshan stood hidden in the shadows all this time...
Squinting to ease the dizziness, he groaned, "Hmph, even if I'm dying, I'm taking you down with me! We all heard earlier, the first one to suggest warming up was him, we never wanted to do those filthy things!"
Brother Wu stiffened upon hearing the man's accusation; it was undeniable evidence of his guilt. He hurriedly defended himself, "Bullshit, when I said 'warming up,' I meant having a drink! Where's your mind wandering to? The real filth is you guys!"
"You, hiss, hiss… don't believe his crap."
