Frustration welled up inside Bager, his mind teetering on the edge of madness. He loved Luo Muchen deeply but his rejection had left him broken and vengeful. He came to beg him for a chance but after being rejected again his resentment grew. In a sick and twisted way, he wanted to punish him, to make him suffer just as he had suffered.
With a tremor in his voice, Bager's words escaped like a whisper laced with bitterness. "Why bother? He is probably dead already. Your precious boyfriend is gone... thrown in the sea with no marked grave."
Those words struck a nerve deep within Luo Muchen, shattering the facade of calm he had maintained. In an instant, he sprang from his seat, fury blazing in his eyes. He folded the sleeves of his shirt and with a primal rage, he unleashed a torrent of blows upon Bager, his fists crashing into his broken body. Blood splattered across the room, mingling with the cries of pain and anguish.