In the car.
They watched as the three girls—who had been tied up like dumplings—fainted.
The two burly men wore medical gloves. One of them held a big syringe and leaned over.
"Fu Mao, are these the women you said just now who had an intimate relationship with Gong Jue? Why are they all so ugly? One of them has fake breasts, and her silicone cups have fallen out… Gong Jue's taste in women is too poor!"
"Hey, hey. Ring A, don't doubt my taste, okay? In the stone gambling den, Gong Jue was chasing after Box 38. Whatever stone they bidded on, Gong Jue will bid higher. If he doesn't covet them, what else can it be?"
Ring A replied. "That's not right. Shouldn't they be enemies in such a situation? Was he trying to deliberately snatch the stones that they fancy?"
