William Campbell pointed to his arm, "After he finished speaking, he just dislocated my arm, literally dislocated it, you understand?"
"And then you got out?"
William Campbell's arm was still aching, and he said, "What else could I do? Wait for that person to kill me?"
"Unexpectedly, someone was actually protecting Matilda Jenkins."
"That was more than protection, it was practically trying to end me. Let me tell you, stop looking for me, I don't want anything to do with that woman at all."
"Did you get a clear look at the person?"
"Of course not, he was always behind me, and in the end, I only saw a silhouette that flashed by too quickly to see clearly. Anyway, it was a man, not a short one. That's all I can tell you."
"You better go back and rest for the next couple of days. We'll continue this matter in two days."
"What? Continue? Do you have a grudge against me? Do you want to make me a scapegoat?"
"What do you think?"
"Damn it..."
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