The guards swarmed up, using their hands and feet. Fatty was tightly curled up into a ball, but it didn't take long for him to lose control of his hands and feet, and he lay on the ground powerlessly.
"Ah, Yingluo, F * ck me!"
The fatty felt a piercing pain in his elbow. He let out a miserable scream as if his father had died.
Fatty's screams did not stop. Everyone looked at him with sympathy, but no one wanted to stop him.
The vice-captain stood to the side with his arms crossed. After a while, the shrieking that sounded like a pig being slaughtered slowly stopped. The sound was not as sharp as it had been at first.
He picked his ears, looked around, and walked toward the dying fatty.
"It seems that you didn't lie. You really aren't familiar with the traitor. I won't kill you for the time being and spare your dog life. However, you are related to him. This is your sin. Today, you deserve all of this."
