More than ten minutes later, the pig-like squeals had finally fallen silent.
Tossing aside the blood-soaked belt, Ma Yunbin endured the pain and put his clothes back on. Gazing at the twitching members of the honey trap crew on the floor, he couldn't help but let out a cold smirk.
"You should be thankful this isn't Beijing or Jiangzhou," he said. "Otherwise, this would only be the beginning of your nightmare, not the end!"
The men, twitching and nearly foaming at the mouth, didn't respond. Their bodies, covered in bloody welts, subconsciously curled into fetal positions. Forget beginnings or endings of nightmares. This beating alone was enough to become a psychological trauma that would haunt them for the rest of their lives!
With a final snort, Ma Yunbin paid the trash no further attention and turned to leave.
