After Jiang Yao and the others returned to Xiang'an City, they went straight to a room. Ma Gang was still tied to a bench, his hair disheveled and his body covered in dried blood. He had been tortured to the brink of death.
"Wang Rong's ransom has been paid."
"Huh?"
Upon hearing this, Ma Gang raised his head. Light returned to his listless eyes, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.
"Then can you let me go?"
"Sure!"
Jiang Yao nodded, but a cold glint flashed in her eyes. She then took out her phone and turned on the recording function.
With her other hand, she drew a long blade and walked straight toward Ma Gang.
"Y-you... what are you doing?" Ma Gang was horrified at the sight, already struck by a sense of foreboding.
"Sending you on your way."
Jiang Yao said it as though it were only natural, then swung her blade down. The sharp blade light instantly sliced through Ma Gang's neck.
Scarlet blood spurted out, and a strong stench of blood spread through the air. Ma Gang's head fell back, the light in his eyes dimming as he breathed his last.
Jiang Yao recorded the entire brutal process.
But it was not over yet. Jiang Yao stepped forward, lifted Ma Gang's corpse one-handed, and walked to a shattered floor-to-ceiling window. With a toss, she threw his body outside.
"Roar—"
A pack of crocodile monsters was actually lurking downstairs. When they saw Ma Gang's corpse fall, they all lunged forward. Their sharp teeth tore and fought over it, devouring Ma Gang whole and swallowing him into their bellies until not even scraps remained.
The entire process was exceptionally cruel...
"Mm, that's more like it."
Jiang Yao was very satisfied. Standing where she was, she fiddled