"Bang!"
Wen Ying kicked open the heavy wooden door of the finance office! The door clattered against the wall with a resounding thud! The pungent smell of incense, candles, and paper ash, mixed with the stench of blood, assaulted his face!
Chen Mo rushed in immediately after him! The excruciating pain in his right shoulder was suppressed by a surge of rage and excitement! His bloodshot eyes, like searchlights, instantly locked onto the stout woman slumped in a rattan chair behind the altar—Aunt Li!
Aunt Li's swollen, steamed bun-like face instantly paled! Terror erupted from her cloudy eyes! Her obese body writhed violently in the rattan chair, like a fat fish thrown ashore! The Buddhist beads she was twisting in her hands fell to the ground with a clatter!
"You...you..." Aunt Li's voi
