Feng Zhe lay dying in the corner, sobbing uncontrollably with his head swollen like a pig's.
Yuze squatted in front of him with a smile: "See? Wouldn't it have been easier if you just told us earlier?"
As Feng Zhe saw him approach, he instinctively hugged his head and shrunk further into the corner.
Josh grabbed his collar, "Can you talk now? What really happened before Banban died?"
Feng Zhe sniffled, looking at the five knives stuck in his body: "Could you take the knives out first, and then I'll talk?"
Josh: "No way, if we pull them out, the blood will gush out, won't you die even faster?"
Feng Zhe's expression grew increasingly panicked: "I... I... I..."
Rob patted him on the shoulder, "Quickly tell us, and we can rescue you faster. If you're too late, we really won't be able to save you."
