"No!"
"Don't do this, please, please!"
Under the night sky.
In the most expensive villa district in Malang City, at No. 52, the children's room on the second floor of East City's Nine Chambers Hall, mournful wails and pleas were emitted.
The despair, fear, and helplessness in that voice could make anyone's heart tremble.
Even though the anesthesia had been injected into him, the plastic surgery on his face had cut the most delicate skin on his face.
Bit by bit, his protruding jaw and bones were sharpened and ground flat.
After the anesthesia, the pain was everywhere, stimulating every sense.
On a certain level, plastic surgery of the personality was more dangerous!
It was divided into long periods of subtlety and quick bursts.
The latter often required the use of a terrifying method to destroy the worldview that a young child was still building.
