As the men entered the house, Dacheng and his crew got handsy as they moved in on Malin.
'Even in a brand-new world, you can't get away from filthy, disgusting rats like these.'
Malin had finally found something in Leech's dreamscape that matched her own understanding of the world, but it brought her no joy.
No one likes vile, disgusting human rats.
She easily subdued them. To prevent their escape, she broke their legs.
She turned a deaf ear to their agonized screams.
"I want a firearm!" she demanded. She refused to believe that in Leech's subconscious, these people could actually communicate in a completely fabricated language.
'They must speak Lu Leiyi.'
But in reality, they couldn't understand her at all and just kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
By sunset, Malin still hadn't managed to get any useful information. The men she had tortured repeatedly were barely recognizable as human anymore.
Shit and piss covered the ground.
