Having said that, Chen Chaoyang swung his hand and all the tentacles behind him retracted into his body. He stepped towards Wang Baihai, pressing the rolling pin against his face.
How did he die? His head was crushed by a car tire, a pain of death he could never forget. Such unique agony, Chen Chaoyang was keen to share with others. However, a car couldn't fit in the helicopter. So, he planned to roll this rolling pin across Wang Baihai's body instead, to let him experience the anguish he once felt.
Ah!
Wang Baihai's screams from the back, as if a pig was being slaughtered. He struggled madly, even the steel plate of the helicopter couldn't withstand his force, it twisted and eventually fell off with a "crack".
Soon, the helicopter of the City of the Bright Moon approached. When it passed their helicopter, the speed slowed down, the window was opened, revealing a pretty young girl's face.
"What's going on up there?"
