"Ah..."
"Kill me... just kill me..."
"Let me die... I'm begging you..."
"I've said everything... I really don't know anything else... Let me die... please!"
"I've really told you everything... I'm begging you, let me die!"
In an abandoned warehouse.
Screams of utter agony echoed continuously.
It was as if the wailing came from the depths of the soul.
It sent chills down the spine of the ones outside.
Yet these so-called tough guys had been in there for less than five minutes.
On the way here, they had been utterly resolved to die.
But now, they sounded like little girls frightened out of their wits.
The non-stop wailing was so painful to hear.
"Squeak!"
Soon, Lin Fan walked out.
In the wheelchair he pushed, Sun Erhu's face was pale as paper.
His shaking body and vacant eyes showed he was severely mentally traumatized.
Such a state could only have been caused by great stress.
"Master, should we dispose of the bodies?"
Lu Feifei stepped forward quickly.
