The metal from the stretcher and the carriage gradually extended, hanging Li Tao with unfocused pupils against the wall, like an iron coffin.
The boy in the wheelchair had a slender figure, with the rugged contours of his shoulders showing under the cotton shirt.
The fierce, iron-blooded methods stunned everyone.
Even though Lin Jin hated Li Tao to the core, even to the point of wanting to kill him, it was still just a "consideration"!
No one expected that the boy, who would smile shyly at anyone, would be so decisive in killing.
Mountain Goat, standing at the back, had a complex expression, relieved that Xiaoba wasn't involved when capturing him.
Although killing isn't a big deal, including that line of captives crouching on the ground, in the post-apocalyptic world, who doesn't have bloody debts?
What was terrifying was the resolute state of mind.
Lin Jin hesitated, "Didn't the conductor say he knew a lot of important information?"
