Noah and Christy Four (1)

"Is he dead?" Someone in the dark asked.

"Not yet. He's still breathing." A man came over and kicked the boy on the ground.

The boy's body was kicked over and the face exposed was full of blood.

"What did you do to his face?" The man in the dark came over and looked down, "Those two guests wanted him. How am I going to explain it to them?"

"It won't matter after the boy takes a bath," the other man said.

"But..." The man who had spoken before hooked his hand around the boy's face, and the corner of his mouth curved up, revealing a bloodthirsty smile, "Some people just like this style."

The man walked out.

The remaining man raised his hand and grabbed the boy's hair. The boy opened his eyes painfully. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with dense hatred and the intent to kill.

"How dare you glare at me?" The man snorted disdainfully, "I'll let you know what the saying 'to live is no better than to die' means."