Chapter 172: Aweso Caitang, What’s Wrong?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Nothing much. I’m just helping you relieve the pain. Don’t be afraid.” Ye
Caitang typed on the cell phone.
“That’s great.” The scar-faced man suddenly realized that his hand did not hurt anymore and smiled in relief.
Suddenly, he heard Ye Caitang’s cell phone continue to “speak”.
“However, it’s too early to rejoice. If you don’t do as I say, you will still die from festering wounds. ”
Upon hearing this, the scar-faced man imdiately changed from a haughty and lecherous big shot to a humble underling. He imdiately knelt down and begged Ye Caitang for rcy.
“Your Majesty, please let go. I won’t dare to attack you and your friend again. ”
“Don’t worry. I definitely won’t do what that b*tch, Ye Muxue asked to do.”
The scar-faced man said shalessly,
“Even if I have nerves of steel, I wouldn’t dare to ss with you.”
When Si Manman heard the scar-faced man begging for rcy, she imdiately looked at Ye Caitang with a complicated expression.
She really did not expect that the friend she had once treated sincerely would harm her like this.
Little Mute—whom she despised—had actually so kindly saved her.
She suddenly felt so stupid.
Hearing this, Ye Caitang’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. After pondering for a mont, she imdiately typed a ssage on the cell phone:
“You will carry out Ye Muxue’s plan, but…”
“When you get to school tomorrow, I’ll add a scene for you. I’ll send you the content later tonight.”
“Give your cell phone number.”
The scar-faced man imdiately gave his cell phone number, “138…’
After Ye Caitang morized the cell phone number, she imdiately typed a ssage:
“Scar-faced man, after this matter is over tomorrow, bring your underlings to the police station to turn yourselves in.”
“Confess to the police all the girls and the victims you’ve hard. Then, I’ll give you the antidote.”
“What do you an by asking us to turn ourselves in?” The scar-faced man imdiately shook his head in protest, his face pale.
“No, we can’t turn ourselves in. We still have to support our families. We…”
“Shut up. Stop finding excuses. If you want to support your families, can’t you be good people and find honest work?”
Ye Caitang’s cell phone imdiately emitted an ear-piercing loud sound and the the following words could be heard:
“You’re just lazy; you don’t want to work hard but you want to make a quick buck.”
“You should have thought of these consequences when you did those bad things.”
“If you continue like this—even without —you will still end up in the police station.”
“Scar-faced man, that’s all I have to say. If you want to die from festering wounds in three days, do as you please.”
Ye Caitang waited for the cell phone to finish playing her speech. Her sharp gaze swept across the scar-faced man and his underlings—all of whom were deadbeats. Then, she pulled Si Manman away with a cold face.
At the dessert shop.
The mont Ye Caitang entered the dessert shop, she suddenly lay on the couch closest to the door. Her hands and legs were trembling, and she could not even hold the cup of milk tea that Si Manman had just given her.
The only thing that could still move nimbly was her neck. She lowered her head and took a sip of milk tea.
She silently cussed Qin Ruohan out in her heart and felt much better.
Si Manman placed the snacks on the table and looked at Ye Caitang, who had been so aweso just now but was now trembling. She asked curiously,
“Ye Caitang, you were so intimidating and aweso just now. You were like a big shot.”
“Why are your hands and legs shaking as if you have Parkinson’s now?”
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