The short-haired man died, and the hall became quiet once again, leaving only Su Changxing's heavy breathing.
The woman seemed as if she were dead, making no sound or movement. She didn't know what had happened, only that the man who tortured her was dead.
This must have been an internal conflict; the man who tortured her was killed by his companion.
A hint of a joyous smile cracked across the woman's face. What could be more uplifting than this?
Su Changxing turned back and noticed a cellphone on the ground to the side, which must belong to the woman.
With her movements restrained, she couldn't pick it up or use the phone.
He examined the woman's ravaged body, large chunks of flesh cut from her. Her thighs and arms exposed stark white bones.
Injuries this severe are usually fatal.
Su Changxing walked toward the woman, intending to end her suffering and free her from the pain.
