Wu Xia showed no mercy.
Like a wildly spinning motor, he frantically thrust into Zhao Shuang.
Yet Zhao Shuang didn't cry out, it was the voices of Zhao Xue and Zhao Tai from the side that burst into vivacious screams.
Drugged and oblivious to the pain below, Zhao Tai had forgotten the agony. Though only half was left, he still lured Zhao Xue over, shoving the small remaining piece into himself.
Their bodies leaked blood and yellow fluid below.
Zhao Tai was also tormented, coughing up blood and convulsing all over.
But the crazed Zhao Xue paid no attention to this, incessantly writhing on top of Zhao Tai.
"Disgusting!"
Wu Xia's face turned a steely shade as he casually waved his hand, pushing the two of them into a shipping container and closing the door to avoid their nauseating noises.
He then turned back to look at Zhao Shuang.
"Now it's quiet, no more disturbances, scream all you want!"
Wu Xia pounded away madly, but Zhao Shuang remained unmoved, like a wooden doll.
