Ye Shui-mo frowned, thinking of the kidney, she remembered the root of her disfigurement.

"Ink and wash". Ao Xue handed the knife to him and lowered his voice. "Come on, give him a knife on his face and arm, and he'll be honest in pain."

Ye couldn't catch up with ink. She forced her to pass it on. "This is the way it is in this industry. If you let him go, more and more people will break the rules when you pass it on, then how can we make money?"

Ye Shuimi took a knife and went into a man, who was fearful in his eyes, but still ran...