"Number Ninety-Seven" was indeed very upset, his face contorted with rage, his inner voice roaring incessantly.
Why did Chu Ge get to eat and drink well here, live in such a good cell, and even have a pretty woman to sleep with?
Even more, Chu Ge, just on his second day here, had the right to leave the cage and move around this area!
The thing he couldn't tolerate the most was why Chu Ge didn't need to be injected with the "Road to Hell"?
"Number Ninety-Seven" was unconvinced, deeply unconvinced.
He worked his fingers to the bone for Chu Chengrui, yet his worth in Chu Chengrui's eyes was clearly far less than this newcomer experiment subject.
To make this experiment subject understand the situation, he even had to perform like a clown, bending an iron rod with his bare hands, only to then be savagely beaten by Chu Chengrui with that very rod. At that time, the feeling was as if... Chu Chengrui was just hitting a piece of trash he could discard at any moment.
Why?
Why!
Why...
