Swoosh—
The rolling shutter door was closed again, concealing the bloody scene inside the warehouse in darkness.
"I know all about Madman Hui, please don't kill me..."
"As long as you don't kill me, I'll do anything you want, I'm really honest..."
"Uh, could you call an ambulance for me? I'm willing to be a tainted witness for the police..."
The fat man's face was dripping with cold sweat, continuously mumbling nonsense that even he didn't comprehend.
His right hand was wrapped in a bandage, now dyed red with blood, and in the other hand he was holding one of his severed index fingers.
"From now on, you answer when I ask, if you talk too much, I'll cut out your tongue."
Fang Cheng's voice, calm yet filled with murderous intent, came from behind his head.
The fat man shuddered immediately, and quickly zipped his lips shut.
The word "Murderer" popped into his mind and irresistibly dominated his thoughts.
