Chapter 1191 Alas

There was a hideous wound on Tangtang's cheek, which was caused by scraping the belt after being bitten through by sharp teeth.

The wound had stopped bleeding, but it was still bright red. Mu Zening sewed it up tightly with medical sutures, which stretched the muscles near the lips, so that Tangtang's voice was slurred.

After suturing, medicine was applied, followed by bandaging, and most of the face was almost submerged in bandages.

After all, Mu Zening is not a professional. Even though Desperate World has learned some emergency trauma treatment techniques during this time, his sutures are not delicate. After such a wound heals, the face will definitely need multiple plastic surgeries to repair it.

After treating the wound on his face, Mu Zening began to treat the wound on Tangtang's leg. There were also scratches on other parts of his body that needed medicine.

Mu Zi took a deep breath, walked a few steps closer, and said, "You don't need to trouble them, I lured that dog, it has nothing to do with them, if you are angry, just vent it to me."

Tangtang turned her face away, didn't look at Mu Zi, and repeated stubbornly: "I want to kill them all."

Mu Zi bit her lip and stared at Tangtang.

She knew that this kid was against her on purpose, because she ran away, causing it to be bitten by a dog, and it wanted to let her know the consequences in an intuitive and clear way!

This feeling of being pinched by the opponent is extremely aggrieved!

Do you want to humbly beg for it?

Or just sit idly by and let it kill everyone in the village?

Muzi's chest heaved violently, and she said in a tense voice, "If you kill them all, what are you going to do with the aftermath? Do you think the police are fools? If they find out about you, you don't even think about leaving!"

Tangtang's eyes moved slightly, she didn't want to cause trouble for Mu Zening.

But after glancing at Mu Zi, Tangtang didn't want to be caught off guard, and snorted coldly: "I don't care, I'm going to kill them all."

Mu Zi's face flushed red with anger: "You!..."

Tangtang: "Hmph!"

Mu Zening wrapped up the gauze, tied it in a knot, and said lightly, "It's really troublesome to kill. If you are really angry, you can make them pay for it. It should be about three to five hundred thousand."

Tangtang was not happy: "We are not short of money."

They worked for Bai Jinyan before and made a lot of money, and it was all real cash.

Mu Zening said: "We won't be able to live in this place for long, and we're going to change to a new place soon. We need more money to be prepared."

After hearing this, Tangtang said awkwardly, "Can they afford it?"

"Don't think that people have no money just because they live in the village. The dog that bit you is a pure-blooded Mongolian Mastiff. An average-looking one costs more than a hundred thousand." Mu Zening patted her head, "If It's not blocked by a kid, not to mention your face, it's easy to bite your head through."

Tangtang shuddered, and her face turned even paler.

She was afraid of dogs, terribly.

"But... what should they do if they don't want to lose money?" Tangtang asked again.

Mu Zening looked at Mu Zi, and smiled faintly, "Don't we have a lawyer here, let her talk, if you don't want to lose money, it's not too late for you to kill them."

Mu Zi suddenly raised her head to look at Mu Zening, and bit her lower lip hard.

...

Mu Zening was not at home the next day. Recently, he left early in the morning every day, and he was not sure when he would come back.

Tangtang has been urging Muzi since she got up, telling her to go to the other party's house to demand compensation, otherwise she will kill people, kill them all.

Mu Zi took the pen and paper and wrote something on the table.

Tangtang asked what she was writing.

"Draft agreement." Mu Zi didn't look at her, and continued to immerse herself in writing her own things. After finishing a few lines, a very clear "300000" was marked at the end.

Tangtang couldn't read, but Mu Zening taught her Arabic numerals.

She shouted: "300,000 is too little, I want 500,000!"

Mu Zi paused, said nothing, crossed out the number, and rewritten "500000".