In a farmhouse in the suburbs, Yu Tian saw Zong Ming who looked like a beggar.
Before he got close, he smelled a foul stench. His limbs had been broken, his tongue had been cut off, and his eyeballs had been dug out.
Seeing his miserable state, Yu Tian chuckled.
Who was so generous to have done this to this animal? Yu Tian did not even need to do it himself.
Chu Yue, who was beside him, said coldly, "This family opened the door this morning and left him at the door. Our people happened to come to this farmhouse to play and reported to us!"
Yu Tian shook his head indifferently and said disdainfully, "Now he's a cripple. He has no use at all. I've thought of a good place for him!"
Chu Yue was puzzled. Yu Tian's face was full of pride. No one knew what kind of evil idea he had thought of.
An hour later, Zong Ming was thrown to the door of his original villa. At the same time, a large group of reporters came.