"Hoo hoo hoo..." Heavy breathing like a bellows, in just a minute and a half, felt like an eternity for Gao Qiang, whose oxygen deprivation was becoming more severe.
"Not bad, you're on the fifteenth layer now, but the fifteenth layer is a watershed, I'm afraid you'll become a 'drowned ghost."
He spoke as he applied the fifteenth layer of rice paper on Gao Qiang.
It was as if Gao Qiang was not a life in his eyes; his deep eyes showed no trace of emotion.
For him, killing was as natural as drinking water or eating. Gao Qiang had once encountered such a person while working a case with an old detective.
That criminal was the perpetrator of a serial murder case, vicious and evil.
At this moment, Su Chen reminded him of that person, reflecting the terrifying impression Su Chen left on him.
The fifteenth layer of rice paper was still as thin as a cicada's wing, but now stuck on Gao Qiang's face, it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
