The biting cold wind poured in through the cracks in the window, making the newspapers stuck on the window lattice rattle. Lu Yuan opened his eyes suddenly. He had a splitting headache, as if someone was cutting open his Tianling Cap with a rusty saw. The smell of musty, tobacco, and that lingering smell of rotten pickles. Where is this? He subconsciously touched under the pillow. Empty. Without his Glock 17, which never leaves his side, there is only a ball of hard buckwheat pillow. "Lu Laoshi, you have to sign this word today, or you can't sign it!" A male duck's voice boomed in his ears. "It's only natural to pay back debts! You can't come up with three hundred yuan, but this girl's movie is just enough to pay off the debt! Taking her back and filling her house for me won't be considered an insult to her!" Lu Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly. This sound...
