A car sound came from outside.

Wang Beibei seemed to ignite a glimmer of hope for survival.

Just as she was about to shout, I quickly picked up a sharp knife and ruthlessly stabbed it into her abdomen.

"This stab is for letting the dog bite my daughter!"

Blood gushed from Wang Beibei's abdomen, her pupils dilated.

The dog below, stimulated by the blood, started jumping up again to bite.

I stabbed again.

"This stab is for scattering my daughter's ashes on your whole family!"

I wanted to continue stabbing, but Yao Xisheng stopped me.

"Enough, she's doomed, Wang Jiansen and his wife are coming."

We temporarily hid.

Wang Jiansen and his wife were sneaky outside, murmuring, "Where are the people? Weren't there supposed to be many journalists coming?"

"Contact the person who posted, you're afraid someone else will take credit ahead of you, insisting on doing it yourself, where are the people now? We've definitely been played!"

This was his wife Sun Xia's voice.

Soon, after hearing Wang Beibei's screams, they rushed into the dog's den.

I could clearly hear Wang Jiansen and his wife's heart-wrenching screams.

"Ah! Beibei, ah!"