Then let them die in extreme agony, which is something Li Fei could entirely accomplish.
But now, he didn't need to act personally. Watching these two people attack each other, especially seeing Wu Jianguo slice off Ding Jianbang's flesh piece by piece, brought Li Fei great satisfaction. They were reaping what they had sown, with no room for their excuses. After all, Ding Jianbang had already narrated the whole sordid affair in that perverted tone of voice with painstaking detail. Now even if they regretted it, it was too late. Under such circumstances, if Ding Jianbang were to say his account was false, no one would believe him.
Wu Jianguo, scrambling and crawling, reached the scalpel. Trembling, he picked up the scalpel, then cast a pleading look at Li Fei, which was the only thing he could do. He dared not say a word, hoping only that this look might have some effect. By now Wu Jianguo had fully grasped Li Fei's intention.
