Why not?
Editor: Weltschmerz0
The basement door opened.
Jiang Chen watched as the 170cm man dashed into the room, smashed the "cell" door lock open with the gun and hugged his wife crying. The woman's top was exposed and her eyes appeared to be lifeless, but she seemed to be moved by the crying sound as her eyes gradually regained its clarity and tears of sorrow gushed down.
"I really can't bear looking at this," Jiang Chen muttered to himself. His tone was somewhat complicated.
"What are you going to do with the captives?" Sun Jiao glanced at the door imprisoning Zhou Xiaoxia.
"Public execution."
There was no need to hesitate.
For authority, for order.
Jing Chen paused for a moment before continuing, "But before that, I want to meet our old friend."
Upon hearing this, a mischevious smiled appeared on Sun Jiao's face.
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