Blood splattered Tian Lei's robe and face.
Smoke curled from the shattered table.
The other captives screamed in horror.
Tian Lei wiped the blood off calmly.
"Hmm. Too fast," he muttered. "I need to do it slower."
He sounded like he was adjusting cooking instructions, not experimenting on human beings.
He didn't blink.
He didn't look disturbed.
He didn't feel anything.
Not when the boy died.
Not even when the captives started crying and begging again.
Tian Lei's face stayed neutral.
After all, he had no mercy for people like this.
His own girl the one he was going to marry had been a victim of a rapist like them in — so watching this scum blow up didn't move him at all.
He sighed and snapped his fingers.
A golden wave cleaned the blood off the table.
He pointed at the next cage.
"You. Get out."
The next young master shook so hard he could barely stand.
"No… no… please…"
Tian Lei grabbed him by the collar and threw him onto the table with one hand.
