Wang Yunxiao wasn't trying to make light of He Lan's situation. It was rather that the other party had clearly tampered with her, and in such circumstances, one couldn't be too careful.
In terms of the depths of inhumanity, he had seen his fair share at the Nederland Consulate as well.
Younger netizens of future generations, having lived in the greenhouse of their youth, would feel that the nation was on the brink of collapse when they saw tattooed men eating barbecue and, after getting drunk, swinging bottles to hit people—convinced that all justice and public morality in the world had ceased to exist.
They could hardly imagine a scene so cruel where someone would use a drone to play the sounds of a baby crying, luring civilians out to be shot.
The piece of skin on Wang Yunxiao's arm did not remain active for long and soon began to decay and stink. Perhaps the other party also realized that such sorcery had no effect on him, and thus stopped expending futile efforts.
