People are destined to die, either as significant as Mount Tai or as insignificant as a feather.
Qiu Zi never feared death. In her view, everyone will die; it's just a matter of time.
However, she never thought she would die in such a manner.
She was unwilling! She didn't want to die like this!
Mr. Dong's sinister gaze fell on Qiu Zi. Watching her alarmed and uneasy face, the evil within Mr. Dong couldn't help but surge.
But he didn't have much time. Since Yin Tianshen had betrayed him, he believed the police would arrive soon. He had to wrap things up quickly and leave, or it would be too late.
A large hand wrapped around Qiu Zi's neck, gradually tightening. Soon, Qiu Zi felt asphyxiated. She opened her mouth to struggle, but it was futile.
Mr. Dong enjoyed Qiu Zi's struggle before death. To some extent, it brought him a perverse pleasure.
"It's really lively here!" Suddenly, a man's sinister voice came from the basement's entrance.
