Gu Moxiu and Lin Mu were both still lying on the ground.
One looked utterly dead inside, while the other had pain written all over his face.
This had dealt them both a tremendous blow.
Although Lin Mu's leg was broken, it was not beyond repair.
It was just that the sense of humiliation was far too overwhelming.
He had been beaten like a dog, and it had only been Shen Wuxiao's subordinate who made a move.
Shen Wuxiao had actually watched the entire time.
This was nothing like what he had imagined—where the two of them fought until heaven and earth went dark, both coughed up blood, and then he narrowly won.
As for Gu Moxiu, the mental pressure was enormous.
His girlfriend had died, and he had been humiliated by monsters.
That damned Bogang had spat canned herring into his mouth, then eaten it back up.
Damn it, no normal person could endure that, much less a clean freak like him.
The garlic smell still clung all over him, along with a rotten stench.
"Brother Gu, how are you? Are you all right?" Lin Mu asked.
In the end, physical pain could not compare to a mental breakdown.
Gu Moxiu was still conscious, but he did not respond.
Lin Mu, meanwhile, managed to sit up but could not stand.
He looked at his hand and Gu Moxiu's hand. Their fingers were interlocked, glued firmly together.
There was no way to deal with it now. They had to leave first.
"Brother Gu, hold on. We need to get out first."
"When we came in just now, we saw so many Tanks. Those must have been meant to bombard the building."
"We have to retreat now."
Gu Moxiu knew what mattered most.
He immediately recovered his Overbearing CEO demeanor. "Good.