Da Li personally escorted Zheng Yan Che upstairs, praying nonstop along the way that the scene upstairs would not be too brutal, and even more fervently that his young master would not be doing it himself.
If the private room had already been a scene of unimaginable carnage while Xu and Wu were torturing people, the room now could practically be described as hell on earth.
Blood streaked across the floor. Following the trails to their source, it was impossible to tell without a close look that those were two people.
Their companions were scattered in pairs around the corners, electrocuting each other, tears and snot streaming down their faces. Several had bruised, swollen faces as well.
A Hui had been ruthless. His black shirt revealed little, but it was clearly soaked through with some kind of liquid, and his exposed neck and hands were a solid red.
Zheng Yan Che stared unblinkingly at the man whose back was turned to him, not even noticing the blood spreading across the floor and soaking the soles of his shoes.
Once Da Li took in the scene before him, he closed his eyes in utter despair.
Let it all burn. I'm tired.
Young master, I can't save you now!
Wen Shaoyu took a drag of his cigarette, bent over, and slowly blew the smoke at the person on the floor. Then he abruptly raised his hand, aiming the cigarette butt at an eye.
Just as he was about to drive it in, Da Li hurriedly called out, "Young master!"
Wen Shaoyu stopped and turned to look.
The next second, his brows knitted tightly. "What are you doing here?!"
Zheng Yan Che blinked. Before he could answer, a jacket came down over him.
Wen Shaoyu shot Da Li a piercing look where he