"Cough cough..."
Lin Shuyou seemed to want to let out a cold laugh, thinking the young man before him was mocking him, but due to his injuries, his laugh turned into a cough, and he spat out two mouthfuls of blood.
Run Sheng picked up the Yellow River Shovel and walked over, swaying the shovel head at the back of Lin Shuyou's head and imitating the motion of playing golf as seen in TV dramas.
He was just waiting for Brother Xiao Yuan's command to smash the opponent's head with the shovel and then find a pit to bury him.
Li Zhiyuan averted his gaze, looking towards Tan Wenbin: "Brother Binbin, you carry him to the store's underground chamber first."
"Okay!"
Tan Wenbin jogged over, bent down, and carefully carried Lin Shuyou on his back.
Run Sheng: "Brother Xiao Yuan, are we going to the underground chamber to handle the body?"
Li Zhiyuan shook his head: "Let's talk first."
Run Sheng didn't understand, but he nodded obediently.
