"Ow~ cough cough cough, I... I'm fucking dying."
The client wasn't strong, a white man with parted brown hair, a shirt under his leather jacket, like a cowardly wretch.
John kicked and broke his ribs, then turned to scan the girl.
[Name: Xia Li]
She looked much like the photo Barry provided, dressed in a white inner layer, with bruises on her legs and cheeks, numerous small wounds on her body, lying motionless on the bathroom floor.
"F*ck, is she dead?"
John turned the gun on the client.
The guy turned his head, raised his palm to block, curling up beside the toilet, wishing he could squeeze into the cracks.
He screamed frantically.
"No, man, I didn't X her!"
"What, you're not up for it? So... you resort to violence to satisfy your perverted desires... and then beat her to death?"
John voiced his analysis.
"What!? No, shit, she was hurt when she entered the room, your club beat her themselves, it has nothing to do with me, she's simply drugged unconscious now, I..."
