"Damn, where did these unlucky brats come from?!"
Lu Yubo saw the boy in the funeral clothes and couldn't help but complain.
Zhang Su frowned slightly and said, "Come here!"
After the two slowly walked over, Zhang Su said, "When did you guys arrive, and what were you hiding in the store for?"
The boy in funeral clothes squinted and said, "We've been here for a while, just rummaging for food in the store. Why, you guys can come, but we can't?"
"Damn, you're quite gutsy. Are you looking to get killed?"
Pang Dakun raised his eyebrows and directly put the barrel of his gun against the forehead of the boy in funeral clothes. He was the king of the kids in the village, and even the older kids called him Master Kun. Seeing someone more defiant, naturally, he had to teach them a lesson.
"Dakun, knock it off."
Zhang Su waved his hand, gesturing for Pang Dakun to stand aside, and continued to ask, "Where did you guys come from?"
