Jin Sanming's laughter stopped suddenly and he asked coldly: "Who?"

"I'm your neighbor downstairs. I've made some steamed buns and brought them to you."

A woman's voice came from outside the door.

"Wait a moment."

Jin Sanming approached the window, and at some point many men in black appeared downstairs.

These men in black were approaching quickly, holding something in their hands.

Dong dong dong...

The knock on the door came again, "The buns need to be eaten while they are hot. They won't taste good when they are cold."

"Coming."

Jin Sanming walked to the door. After listening carefully, he quickly opened the door a small crack and at the same time stabbed the knife out.

"Give……"

A female neighbor in her fifties stood at the door, holding a steamed bun and passing it forward.

But before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a cold and stinging pain in his chest.

"you……"

Snap!

The buns the old lady was holding fell to the ground, and the white buns rolled down.

Besides the old lady, there was also a short little boy at the door.

The little boy just played football with the chubby little boy.

If you want to become a disciple of Jin Sanming, let your grandma bring you the steamed buns. I hope grandma can say a few good words to you and make your apprenticeship successful.

"grandmother……"

The little boy screamed and started to cry.

Only then did Jin Sanming realize that he had killed someone by mistake.

The person outside the door is really the neighbor downstairs.

Keng, Keng...
Chapter completed!