"Death is a form of relief, and I won't let you find relief so easily. You should live, and moreover, you should live a long life, forever experiencing this inescapable pain." Lan Song's father shook his head and said.
Chen Yun and a few others were worried to death. The sniper set up in the dark was of no use; as soon as they opened fire, people would fall off the building. But if they didn't open fire, this stalemate was not going to work either!
"If you don't return the child immediately, I, Lin Chan, will have your son's bones dismantled, cooked, and fed to dogs and pigs! Your son is already dead, yet you, as parents, make it so that even his bones don't remain, disturbing his peace even after death!" Lin Chan picked up the phone as if to make a call.
