Wang Zou shouted as he grabbed the seven or eight-year-old boy on the stone platform and shielded himself with the child in front of him.
The boy, gripped tightly by the arm and suffocated around the ribs, began to cry out in pain again, and his parents, too, regained their senses amidst the tears, as they continued to struggle against the ropes binding them, pleading desperately.
Guan Hengzi remained silent, staring at Wang Zou for a few seconds.
Those few seconds made Wang Zou's scalp tingle; he felt as if Guan Hengzi's gaze were a sharp knife, disemboweling him and leaving his body exposed in the public square.
"Even if I spare your life today, would you repent?" After a few seconds, Guan Hengzi suddenly asked.
"Hmph..." Wang Zou snorted coldly, though he tried to control himself, his voice still trembled uncontrollably, "If I said I would, would you believe me?"
