บท 603: Chapter 603: Torture, Violent Aesthetics!

Everyone lay on the ground, clutching their injured parts, writhing like earthworms, rolling, and wailing incessantly.

Those who had just been full of vigor, arrogant and despotic, not taking Chen Wei seriously and placing themselves above all, now lay on the ground in the blink of an eye, not one standing.

Nor was there one who could rise from the ground and maintain a standing posture.

For them, lying down was akin to a fate worse than death.

Passing out would have been preferable, at least then they wouldn't have felt the pain.

But as soon as they started to regain consciousness, the pain would surge back into their brains, uncontrollable, and their thoughts would become acutely clear.

The sensation of pain was also increasingly intense, unbearable.

They had never dreamed that they would one day find themselves outnumbered ten to one.

And worse, they were on the losing side.