A few hours later.
The middle-aged man came back to the torture room.
"Hmm?" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm smelling something fishy again. You must be planning to escape again. Then, I don't need to hold back anymore."
He smirked and opened Lokhar's cell. "I forgot about you earlier, but you're going to be the first one. Since you're planning to escape again, then I'm going to cut one of your leg this time and feed it to the dog."
Lokhar gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, planning to fight him.
However, Noel's voice soon echoed in the basement.
"Haha, you smell something fishy? I guess you're the dog itself who wants to eat his leg. It's funny. If you're a cannibal, then there's no need to hide it. I'm not going to judge you, just going to kill you. Hahahaha." Noel laughed out loud.
Lokhar could see the rage reflected on the middle-aged man's face. This time, he was thoroughly angered.
