The darkness gradually closed in before his eyes, and he could only mutter curses intermittently.
Liang Yuan ignored him and turned to look at the only person still alive in the room, Zheng Guoqiang.
At this moment, Zheng Guoqiang already understood that Liang Yuan would never let him go.
He retreated on the ground, using both his hands and feet, tears streaming down his face in terror.
"No, don't kill me, Mr. Liang, I promise, I promise I won't tell anyone. I'll act like I didn't see what happened today. Please, I'm begging you, let me go…"
As he spoke, he quickly retreated toward the balcony.
Liang Yuan didn't waste any more words. He raised the steel rod in his hand, ready to strike.
Suddenly, Zheng Guoqiang, who had been trembling and shaking all over, suddenly leaped up.
Liang Yuan was startled. This old man moved so fast, it was impossible to tell he was over fifty!
In an instant, Liang Yuan thought of a possibility!
"No, he's awakened!"
