"Trying to run?" Xu Longzhen's voice approached the man lying on the ground, still restlessly trying to crawl forward.
The man shook his head while muttering softly, "I want to live, I want to live," but that not-so-sturdy shadow still covered him completely, and a black leather boot appeared on the back of his hand.
The director in the leather boots lowered her noble head, looking at the man crawling and struggling like a maggot on the ground, and she gradually increased the pressure on the foot on his hand, causing the rough ground and the tender flesh in his hand to rub against each other, quickly bringing a stinging sensation.
But this wasn't the most terrifying part; the most terrifying part was the man watching helplessly as the fingers he spent a fortune to maintain slowly revealed their white bones under Xu Longzhen's actions, a terror in his heart that couldn't be described, more devastating than the pain.
