"Seems like keeping three people is too many; time to kill one!"
The three bound captives finally turned pale.
They began to struggle violently.
"Wait, stop, don't!" Zhao Lin hastily shouted.
Before he could finish,
there was a wet splat and his face was drenched with blood. He strained to turn his head, only to see that beside him, Han Zhihao's head had been smashed to pieces, his body convulsing unnaturally.
"Actually, keeping only one is enough. Speak up, I'll give you all one chance, just one chance." Zhou Dongbo said indifferently, his cold eyes fixating on Zhao Lin without a trace of emotion:
"Since you spoke first, you go ahead, I'll start counting down!"
"Ten, Nine, Eight..."
Zhao Lin's face turned ashen, his heart pounding violently, cold sweat beading on his forehead: "I... I..."
While struggling to decide,
"Boss, two people have come to the door, claiming to be the ones you've been looking for." A subordinate reported loudly as he rushed over.
