「Half an hour later.」
Dai Yongqing arrived at the hotel with his men.
The moment he walked through the door, he was hit by the strong stench of blood. Several bodies lay in the hotel room. Each had a bloody hole between their eyebrows, as if pierced by a sharp weapon.
And his son, Dai Yifeng, was kneeling on the ground with a towel wrapped around his wrist. Beside him lay a severed hand.
Lin Mu sat in a chair, a faint smile on his face.
The four- or five-year-old child stood leaning against him, his eyelids drooping. His expression was indifferent, and he seemed completely oblivious to the terrifying scene in the room.
As for Su Ke'er, her face was pale and her body was still trembling slightly. Her eyes darted toward Liu Xiaolin occasionally, her expression tinged with fear. It was as if the dread this child instilled in her was even more intense than that from the carnage around them.
"Dad, save me! I don't want to die!"
