In a very secluded bungalow, the light was extremely dim. All the windows had thick curtains, and the only bulb hung in the center of the beam.
In the corner, two unremarkable middle-aged men were tied up in chairs, their mouths stuffed with rags, blood oozing from their foreheads, and their clothes stained with blood all over, clearly having suffered quite a bit.
Niu Da stood in front of them, playing with a baseball bat wrapped in iron wire in his hand, the tip of the bat pressing against one man's cheek, his eyes gloomy: "I'll give you one last chance. Who sent you? What's your purpose?"
The man on the left abruptly turned his head, producing a low growl from his throat, his expression fierce, obviously not intimidated.
The man on the right was slightly trembling, but his eyes showed no sign of compromise either.
At this moment, there was a knocking sound from the iron gate outside the courtyard. Niu Da put down the baseball bat and turned to open the door.
