"Help! Help! Murder..."
Although he felt excruciating pain in his limbs, compared to his own life, what was this pain? Du Yiming bore the agony and shrieked for help.
Unfortunately, no matter how he screamed himself hoarse, nobody would come to save him. After all, Tang Yi had shown himself to be so fierce that even a pistol didn't phase him—who would have the guts to save Du Yiming?
Moreover, Du Yiming's prior words and deeds had been so shameless and arrogant that they just made people itch with hate. Those who were watching from outside the door were actually hoping Tang Yi would be more ruthless.
"You... you stay away... don't come here..."
Du Yiming moved back like a maggot, dragging his body, but Tang Yi was hardly likely to let him off easily. He followed Du Yiming with a dark expression on his face, terrifying Du Yiming into crying and wailing.
