"Fell off?" The tattooed man looked down the cliff.
It was too deep to see the bottom.
The tattooed man turned to the scar-faced man beside him, "Wasn't there just one kid? Did you see another one?"
"No," said the scar-faced man, "But I heard a thump, perhaps the kid was too short, blocked by the grass."
"Damn!" The tattooed man looked down the cliff again, "He was a golden kid, Boss said he's worth hundreds of thousands, just like that, he's gone!"
The tattooed man slapped Lingyue again, "You damn bunny, who told you to run away? Damn, wait till I kill you!"
He grabbed Lingyue's hair, dragging him back.
Dragging Lingyue back to the damaged house, he threw Lingyue to the scar-faced man, "Keep an eye on him, I'm getting a rope."
Quickly, he brought out a jute rope from the house, tied Lingyue's ankles and hung Lingyue upside down on the tree.
