Today, Yan Liuyuan realized that physical pain could really mask mental anguish. He began to wonder just how distressed Ren Xiaosu was if he needed the pain of his broken bones to suppress his sadness.
Nearby, some refugees who had just finished their work were laughing at Yan Liuyuan. These refugees had thought that Yan Liuyuan's group was very tough, but look at the state they were in now.
When faced with the Yang Consortium's troops, didn't they still have to work all the same? And with injured people among them, they even had to perform a greater workload than normal.
Yan Liuyuan looked at a middle-aged man who was gloating at their misfortune. He said to Xiaoyu, "How I wish I had my brother's power so I could kill these people."
