Aiming For The Thing In Your Hand

A worse scream instantly attacked everyone's eardrums.

Who could compare to that kind of pain?

Jiang Yao watched as Ah Lu stomped that person's broken thumb. Anyone who heard that scream could feel their hair stand on end. Looking at the bloodstains, it was as if they were experiencing it themselves.

Jiang Yao averted her gaze. She was still feeling a little uncomfortable.

However, her expression did not reveal anything. Her face was still cold, as if she was used to seeing such a bloody scene. There was no reaction at all.

One of the men was really scared; he nearly peed himself. A foul smell suddenly came from the small cellar that was not well-ventilated.

"Don't cut me. Ask me anything; just don't cut me." The person was so scared that tears were streaming from his eyes. He kept moving to the side, trying to get away from the pool of blood.