C275 Don't Even Think about Getting a Fart

Sun Shilin's eyes were bloodshot. Although he was in good spirits, he was looking tired, and currently, he was sitting in a black car, puffing out clouds and mist. The bright flame on his cigarette flickered, and in the darkness before dawn, it made his face look even more sinister.

The car stopped not far away from a big house in the suburbs. From afar