Zhang Baocheng was carried to the front of the house by Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao.
The person had long since frozen stiff.
His face was ashen, and he had already stopped breathing.
Hu Zi walked over and kicked the person, earning a glare from Song Moting.
"Heh, dare to glare at me? As if I'm the one who hurt him! Get it straight, he was sneaking out in the middle of the night to escape, fell into the trap, and froze to death. This has nothing to do with us. Lucky for you two staying sensible, not plotting anything foolish, or you'd end up like him.
Don't think we're doing charity, feeding and watering you. Still daring to try escaping behind our backs? What, think we're pushovers?"
Hu Zi harshly hit Song Moting a few times with the gun butt.
Soon, blood trickled down Song Moting's forehead.
Ma Laosan stepped forward directly to hold Hu Zi back.
