Li Mingmo roughly threw No. 3 into the car, hitting him a few more times, wishing to beat him to death, "How many accomplices do you have?"
No. 3 thought for a moment, "Hmm... I don't know..."
"Damn it..." Li Mingmo angrily kicked him again, "You damn bastard."
Ji Hanyu: "Alright, it's time to go."
Li Mingmo said, "We're about to let him go, of course, I had to give him a good beating."
"…"
*
In the desert, that group set up a small platform about three or four meters wide.
Little Wolf Child, Little Beiting, Nameless Elder, and Ji Yiyi were all hanging in the air above the platform.
Their hands were tied with ropes, and their entire bodies were suspended in midair.
Below the platform was empty, piled with dry firewood, and then those people poured a few barrels of gasoline onto the wood.
"Damn…" Seeing this scene, Ji Yiyi, whose face was bruised from talking too much, was unsettled.
Having been beaten for talking too much earlier, Ji Yiyi vowed not to speak again.
