Her man could only watch, crouching in the corner crying, and still had to prepare meals for the strong man with the surname Huang.
Some folded their hands, looking up at the sky, and simply said heaven must be seeing this.
Others, both grateful and nervous, secretly glanced at Ren Zhong, muttering that it takes a villain to deal with a villain.
After listening for less than two minutes, Ren Zhong felt his scalp tingle.
He felt that he had arrived too late.
This strong man named Huang was simply a persistent nightmare for the destitute people of this street, calling him a scourge was elevating his status.
"Sir... thank you."
At some point, the young girl from the strong man Huang's house came out, stood in front of Ren Zhong, and thanked him with her head bowed.
The enemy was dead, but her face still bore a look of sorrow.
Ren Zhong nodded, "Did you find the medicine in his house?"
