Black's face turned a bruised shade of purple as he gasped for air, frantically slapping his arm trying to beg for mercy, but Allen Zhang didn't take it easy on him, increasing his might once more, and within seconds, Black's eyes rolled back as he passed out.
Seeing that Black was motionless, Allen Zhang immediately released his grip, genuinely afraid he might have strangled him to death.
The old man was terrified, sitting in the corner leaning against the wall, clutching his chest, with a face that said he had narrowly escaped death, still in shock.
Sieg casually closed the door, glanced around the room – an open coke bottle, takeout boxes, cigarette butts, syringes, a complete mess. A pay-per-view program was still playing on the TV, and the bed was piled with tissues.
It was obvious to anyone what Black had been up to.
He was on drugs, no wonder he was so fierce.
