"Wha... what should we do now?" someone asked, trembling.
More than twenty people turned simultaneously to look at the middle-aged leader. Don't be fooled by their usual boisterousness, when it comes to matters of life and death, there's never a small issue. As a result, everyone felt an indescribable tension and panic.
The middle-aged man, exasperated, said, "Why the hell are you all staring at me? I'm not the damn murderer, are you guys?"
Everyone glanced at the people beside them and hurriedly shook their heads like rattles.
"Then that's settled!" the middle-aged man said irritably.
Taking advantage of the moment, Zhao Guo'an suddenly broke free from the restraints of the two people beside him, tore the towel out of his mouth, and took a stride towards the person lying in a pool of blood, grabbing his wrist to check the pulse.
"What are you doing?" the middle-aged man shouted angrily.
The rest followed and surrounded him, as if ready to vent their anger on him.
