Qin Fan was cruel. He knew Boss Zhou's wife and daughter had been raped and then murdered, yet he still made the man witness the horrific aftermath.
While a flicker of basic human decency had compelled him to ask if the man was certain, Qin Fan had countless other ways to prevent him from seeing the scene.
But he didn't.
Once that small mercy was cast aside, he chose to let Boss Zhou endure the dual torment of mind and soul.
After all, the debt for those seventeen stab wounds still stood.
The fact that Qin Fan could muster enough compassion to even ask if the man was sure was a miracle in itself.
A heart-wrenching scream erupted from inside.
"Damn it, what the hell is happening?!"
"Boss Zhou!"
Chang Yuanyi and Old Jin cried out simultaneously. Out of inherent curiosity, they instinctively moved to go inside.
But just as they took a step forward, Qin Fan's voice sounded from behind them.
"Stop right there."
SWISH!
