Yao Dazhuang looked at Bao Gucheng in terror.
The man wore a dark green uniform trench coat, broad-shouldered and straight-backed, exuding an aura of asceticism and ruthlessness, like a deity walking out from Hell.
"Who... who are you, why... why are you arresting me... Even with Brother Cao dead, you won't let this go, are you devils..."
Yao Dazhuang stammered. Thinking that this man was the leader, he wanted to take a gamble; maybe he could argue his way to a slim chance of survival.
But unexpectedly.
The man's pitch-black pupils were soaked with endless coldness: "Devils? Perhaps you haven't seen what a real devil is."
"Clang——!"
A cold leather boot kicked over an iron chair.
It landed directly on Yao Dazhuang's head and crushed down!
The overwhelming agony made Yao Dazhuang grimace in pain, letting out a "huh huh" of suffering, his features twisted together.
He had gambled wrong...
This man is so cruel!
He allows no questioning!
