WHOOSH! Jiang Si opened the security door and, through the iron gate, stomped on Lin Zu's hand.
"AH—!"
The instant Lin Zu released the iron gate in pain, a ferocious gust from the sandstorm toppled several people at once.
They were blown away like kites with their strings cut.
Lin Chenghua could only brace himself with one hand. Sand blinded his eyes, and tears streamed endlessly down his face, making him look rather pitiful.
"Jiang Si! We're all from the same village, why are you so vicious?! All we asked was for you to open the door and help us, but not only do you refuse to save us, you kick us while we're down! You're a murderer! I'll report you! I'll see you in jail and have your entire family thrown out of the refugee camp!"
He roared madly, his eyes growing redder and redder, as if he had a bad case of pink eye.
The wind howled louder in her ears. Jiang Si's lips curled into a cold sneer. "I don't think you'll get the chance."
