For the second time within the span of a few minutes, the room once again froze over. And then, "Argh!!" Sister Wan lunged at her nemesis and started to strangle her fragile neck. "I'll kill you! Kill you!!! Kill Youuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Black spots danced in front of his eyes and Yang Jingshen heard the sound of something heavily breaking down and a smashing sound– they broke the door?
Yet, despite the mind-numbing pain, he laughed– his heart filling with hatred. 'Just you wait! Once this daddy gets out of this place, all of you fuckers better wash you necks and wait for me to sort you out!'
***
Yang Jingshen awoke once again from the confines of darkness– but instead of a feeling of dizziness and simple nausea like last time, what awaited him was pain. Simple, brutal pain. His left eye hurt as if something had drilled in while his throat burned.
