He put away the voice recording stone.
Zhang Ronghua stood up and walked to the room beside him.
In the room.
Lei Hai's hands and feet were tied with iron chains, and there was one around his neck. What was worse was that the other part was tied to a pillar, making him look like a dog.
His dantian was crippled, and the pain was piercing his bones. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't muster any strength. He obediently leaned against the pillar and struggled to survive.
The door opened.
The person he was most afraid of walked in from outside.
"How does it taste?" Zhang Ronghua stopped and looked down at him.
Lei Hai didn't dare to be presumptuous. From his conversation with Wan Chonglou, he could tell that he bullied the weak and feared the strong. He had already suffered a loss. He knew when to be cowardly and when to be tough." I wish I was dead!"
"You want to go out?"
"You, you're willing to let me go?"
