"Cough…, cough…" Dongfang Linglong started coughing lightly, and then, she found it difficult to make a sound.
The look on Dongfang Linglong's face at the moment was one of horror. She tried her hardest to break free from Mingyu's grip, but the man's hand was as firm as an iron clamp. It was impossible to break free.
Now, Dongfang Linglong was certain that the person in front of her was the Throat-Cutter.
After all, to commit so many major crimes and still be on the run, this Throat-Cutter must definitely possess incredible skills. And this unparalleled disguise technique was precisely what has been keeping this man beyond the reach of the law!
Thinking about how many young women had died at the hands of this man, Dongfang Linglong felt a boundless anger, as well as a profound shock. After all, every woman who died at the hands of the Throat-Cutter was a sight too horrifying to behold.
