The killer in charge was impatient. He said angrily, "I've been nice enough. Since you're asking for it, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Go and capture his son! Put his son to death in front of Professor Bailey!"
"Yes!" As soon as the order was given, the killers at the side immediately obeyed.
Sawyer's face was pale. He held his son tightly in his arms and almost broke down. "What are you doing? Get lost! If you're going to kill anyone, kill me. Please let my son go. He's only six years old..."
His voice was choked with sobs in the end.
Despite that, they were a group of fearless and desperate people. How could their hearts soften after hearing his pleas?
"Dad!" Charlie cried loudly.
But it was of no use.
He was forcibly taken away by the killers, and then a rope was wrapped around his neck.
"Charlie!"
A father's pleading voice echoed in the cellar. The cries of a child were heard as well, making it seem noisy and chaotic.