The underling called Nanzi stepped forward and pulled Lin Li's hand away from the collar.
Lin Li thought for a moment, didn't resist, and let him pull it open.
"Damn, there's a fucking camera hidden in here."
Nanzi noticed the camera tucked inside the hoodie, cursed first, and then reached into Lin Li's collar.
Huang Mountain inhaled sharply, and upon realizing Lin Li's possible plan, his temples bulged, and he began rolling up his sleeves, glaring fiercely at Lin Li:
"Still hiding a camera, damn, what are you trying to do? Kid, tonight you—"
"Damn it!"
Before Huang Mountain could finish, Nanzi's hand jerked back suddenly with a scream, stepping back two steps, looking at Lin Li in terror.
Huang Mountain snorted in confusion and disdain: "What's wrong, Nanzi? What could have been so scary hidden there? Did you see a sniper rifle by any chance? Ha—"
"Brother Shan, a ghost, a ghost head, it's a ghost head! I just touched a ghost head—"
