Zhou Xiaoyong didn't dare to move. He couldn't see Shi Kuo's face, but he could clearly feel the aura emanating from his body. He was like a complete lunatic who had no rationality left.
Zhou Xiaoyong suddenly thought of the four dead victims. He trembled even more violently. He finally understood what fear was. "I was wrong! I know now I was wrong. It was all my fault. Please spare my life."
"On what grounds?" Shi Kuo said coldly, his tone exceptionally calm. "Zhou Xiaoyong, I begged you and Zhou Qiang the same way back then. I was much more miserable than you, but what did you say about me? You said that I looked like a dog when I knelt down. How hurtful…"
The calmer Shi Kuo's tone was, the more afraid Zhou Xiaoyong became.
He would rather Shi Kuo be a little more hysterical. But his tone was so calm as if he was talking about someone else's experience. It was even more terrifying.
