After speaking, Guan Chong gave Lou Rui no chance for sophistry. He raised his hand and thrust the gun barrel into Lou Rui's mouth, silencing the latter's cries for help, just as Lou Rui had once strangled his own throat.
Wang Ping'an and Jiang Li pulled Lou Rui up from the ground on either side, dragging him across the floor as if they were handling a corpse, cursing in unison:
"Damn it, why don't you lose some weight, you fat bastard? You're so damned heavy! Don't be lazy; you still have one leg working, so put some effort into it!"
The prison guards who were watching glanced at each other and stepped aside to clear the way.
Just then, Ma Xuan, who had received the news, rushed over. He cast a sidelong glance at Lou Rui, who was being dragged along the ground like a dead dog, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
His anger didn't stem from any personal friendship with Lou Rui. In fact, he was equally disgusted by some of Lou Rui's bad habits.
