"Sob sob sob... okay, okay, big bro, big bro, sob sob, okay, stop hitting me, I'm calm now, I'm calm..."
Zhang Martin got slapped around by Li Pan, his right cheek swelling up.
Li Pan watched as his blurry eyes started to clear up, and he came back to his senses before nodding,
"All right, let's go."
"Sob... sob? Go? Where to?"
"What, you think this is your house? You want to live here?"
Li Pan stood up with the knife in hand and pointed at his equipment.
"I'll take you out. Keep an eye on the live broadcast, and make a sound when there's a signal."
Zhang Martin froze, dazed for a moment before it hit him. Remembering something, his face turned pale,
"Big, big bro... Just now, just now... I-I-I... these stairs... this building..."
"Enough gibberish, it's none of your concern. If you don't want to die, don't ask; if you don't want to go crazy, don't overthink! Now move it!"
"Yes, yes, big bro, my, my legs are numb, I can't get up..."
"Tsk, such a hassle..."
