"Yeah, how could I forget, his legs are completely useless, he's just a cripple!" The Pervert was excited, and then he laughed arrogantly:
"Alright, later I must shoot him ten or eight times, torturing him to death, let's see how cocky he can still be..."
"No, just kill him!" The refined man pressed his lips and said coldly, "Anyway, our task is to kill him. Killing him in the car risks being discovered, but it's better than letting him escape later!"
"That works too!" The Pervert sneered, "But I want to personally kill him! I've been annoyed with this kid for a long time, I won't be satisfied until I get it out of my system!"
Recalling what he saw on his phone earlier, the young boy's fine and delicate eyebrows subtly sunk.
This group was clearly not ordinary kidnappers: they carried guns, weren't afraid of taking lives, and could accept assignments, more like... desperados who stop at nothing.
In fact, Pei Xiubai sensed something was amiss as soon as he got in the car.
