Ye Fei happily fucked his aunt, unaware that in the past few days, in a distant urban village, a heinous tragedy had unfolded.
Two days earlier...
"Bang!" In a small room, a boy of about eighteen or nineteen years old, barely over five feet tall, threw his phone aside with a heavy thud and cursed, "Damn it, why bother checking for piracy!"
After speaking, the boy picked up a pack of Furongwang cigarettes from the bedside table, lit one, and took a fierce drag. Suddenly, his eyes widened, flashing with a mad-dog-like, predatory gleam.
This boy's name was Xiao Wu. Everyone who knew him called him by this nickname. If anyone dared to use his full name, he would get angry because his father was a laborer on a construction site, and he felt it was too embarrassing to share the same surname with such a father.
These days, wages for working on construction sites are not low. However, Xiao Wu was extremely extravagant.
