"Hehehe... Boss, this guy is too pretty, way better looking than all that cheap makeup out there."
"Don't even mention it, it's true. Just looking at this face got me hard." The burly man ran his hand over Meng Ping's fair and delicate face, startled by the pleasant feel of it.
"This skin is softer than a maiden's."
"Really? Really? Let me touch..."
A group of unkempt vagrants who hadn't bathed for a long time crazily surrounded Meng Ping, groping him all over. Grime quickly marred Meng Ping's pale face, and his thin clothing became terribly crumpled.
Throughout the ordeal, he didn't make a sound, clenching his teeth and enduring. His eyes blazed with ferocity, as the desire to kill surged uncontrollably within him.
The factory doors opened silently on their own, as if moved by an unseen breeze.
Out of the corner of his eye, Meng Ping spotted Xu Qigang appearing at the doorway and let out a muffled groan, spitting out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
