"Fuck, I'm about to bravely face death, and there I am still worrying about compensating money… Fuck, I won't compensate a damn cent!"
Pan Hao cursed in his heart. After all, he had never died before, and he was extremely anxious.
Before the great crisis of impending death, his capillaries constricted, and his body temperature actually began to drop.
"Will I really come back to life if I die?"
"I really don't want to die just like this… Save me!"
While cursing internally, his actions were quite honest.
In order to avoid compensating money, he took off the Conch Headphones from his ears and stealthily dropped them among the roadside stones, hoping Old Lu could retrieve them.
As the grey figure drew closer step by step, the cheerings of the crowd gradually ceased, and everyone's mood began to grow tense and uneasy.
Some of the younger ones, especially many children seeing "Pus Sore Mother" for the first time, were terrified into silence, shivering uncontrollably.
