Upon hearing, Wang Xiang's face twisted with pain, showing disbelief.
He roared, "Master Julian... I've already told you, ... why can't you let me go."
A playful chuckle from Mason Quinn responded, while Julian Sia didn't spare him a glance.
"You should be grateful, being sent to the police station means you get to live, isn't that letting you go."
Wang Xiang's body stiffened, giving a look as if saying 'are you speaking human language'.
Damn it, if you let me go now, I can still live, but getting sent to the police station is just falling from one pit into another.
Besides, would Master Julian be so kind? Sending me to the police station is probably just a different way to torture me.
Charles Jordan released his foot, looking at his blood-stained self, momentarily hesitant, not knowing where to start cleanly.
If I had known, I should have just cut the lower body.
