"Alright, I'm also feeling stifled. If it's ugly, then it's ugly. Use it against me!"
The bailiffs who went to look for him cursed and laughed as they walked into the forest.
Xing Ruhai's voice was still hoarse, and tears of blood were flowing out of the corners of his eyes. His eyes were filled with hatred, and his clenched fists and nails were deeply embedded in his palms. If he had a knife, he would not hesitate to kill the bastard who stained his wife's innocence.
Afraid he would move, the bailiffs tightly pressed down on Xing Ruhai, trampling him under their feet like animals.
The bailiffs who searched the forest for people did not come out for a long time. The bailiff leader felt that something was wrong. He picked up the knife on the ground and ordered his subordinates in a low voice,
"The situation isn't right; grab your weapons."
