"He insisted that he saw the little maniac was too beautiful, so he was aroused and bribed the little boy with money to lure her to the pool. He secretly pushed the little maniac into the swimming pool and then came to play the hero to rescue the beauty."
"Where is the man now?"
"He's locked up in a dark cell."
Thomas Shannon stood up and walked out, followed closely by Charlie River.
The dark cell.
The sound of whipping echoed nonstop in the dark cell.
The man's painful screams were heard constantly.
The dim light, damp environment, and the air mixed with nauseating moldy smells.
Seeing the man's face, Thomas Shannon sneered coldly, "With that dog-bear look of yours, you think you're a hero? "
The man's eye was swollen from the beating, barely open a slit, and he struggled to look at Thomas Shannon.
Before he could look a few seconds longer, he was hit in his other eye by Charlie River, "Young Master is not somebody you stare at!"
