Before the bird dies, its wings will always be broken.

...

And Fande felt like a broken doll.

His scalp hurts violently, and his mouth was full of blood and was dragged on the marble floor of the villa by White Christ, he could still hear the vinyl chants in the old record player in the room - "The—Lord—B1ess—you—and—keep—you"

The man holding his head walked while humming gently along the song.

Fande's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his eyes were dull. His physical pain and mental fear had already made him feel a little confused, his pupils were a little dizzy, and he was dizzy. A strange thought came out of his mind - it turned out that the sound of a monster singing was as pleasant as a choir, so was it a demon or an angel singing?

But no matter who it is...

The—LoRd, neither blessed him nor blessed him.

"Dadada..."

As a man walked, the sound of leather boot heels hitting the ground echoing in the gorgeous and quiet corridor of the villa, and also echoing in Vander's ears, as if the clock of the countdown to life was ringing.

...

Time goes back half an hour ago—

"Each of us is guilty." The monster with a gloomy smile opened the surveillance video in the study.

The moment Vander saw the screen, almost all his blood flowed back.

It was a gorgeous and cozy room, with a graceful woman sitting in front of the gorgeous dresser, including her body trembling slightly in a dIoR haute couture dress.

But in the mirror, the woman's still beautiful and delicate face trembled slightly, with two black holes left on her eyes, and only black holes left on her lips.

But, she is still alive.

"Mother--!" Fande trembled and hissed.

"When you see sin, you don't say anything, and if you see sin, you will have your own sin and punishment." White Christ walked behind Vander at some point, raised his hands and placed it on Vander's shoulders, leaned over and said softly and coldly.

"Ahhhhh--you...bastard...what do you think you are? You are just a pervert. Do you think you are a god?" Fandor lowered his head and trembled all over. Suddenly, he raised his head fiercely, and hit his head towards White Christ's chin.

...

The consequence of resistance was that half an hour later, he was dragged like a dead bird or a dead dog in the corridor with his head and dragged.

White Christ hummed the song lightly, and his hand wearing thin surgical rubber gloves dragged a hundred pounds, and the head of a man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall was walking forward, as if he was just dragging a bag without anything.

He enjoyed this moment—the calm, the calmness after capturing his prey.

Or the calmness and pleasure of a child after getting a toy.

...

"Bang!" Fand was thrown roughly on a long oak table. The pain of hitting the broken ribs made him awake instantly. He groaned and curled up with difficulty. He also noticed that this was the long banquet table in the dining room, and the tableware on it had been neatly placed on the other end.

"I hope you will like the banquet venue I have prepared for you." White Christ's gray eyes raised his hand and gracefully wiped his slender, pale and slender fingers with his handkerchief.

"You... this... beast... let my mother go..." Fand wanted to speak, but he felt thrust all over his body when he moved. Except for his scalp being pulled by White Christ, who was dragged away by White Christ, who was not polite at all, and directly broke his three ribs, and the previous wound was cracked again.

This time he didn't want to resist the monster's pervert again, even the breath between his breath and the mouth and nose were hot and bloody, which made him feel pain.

"One, two, three...one, two, three...it can be put down three people here." White Christ chuckled, sat on his seat, tapping the table with his fingertips gently.

"I'm going to bring your beautiful fiancée and your kind mother now. I like the scene of family reunion, how warm." White Christ sighed, stood up and walked out.

"Don't be angry, relax, think about the test pieces on your ship. They are not in a better position than you. God teaches us to be angry but not sin, not to be angry until the sunset, nor to leave any ground for the devil."

His smile gradually faded away.

This is... the words in Ephesians 4:26-27, and Fantasy even murmured to himself in a little confused manner.

Perhaps, is this what the Chinese call retribution?

At least at this moment, he felt the feelings of those who became drug test subjects - despair.

…??

"Do you regret it?"

Perhaps because he was about to die, he even seemed to hear God asking him if he regretted it.

"Haha... no... I will not regret it even if I give me a chance to do it again..." Fandh smiled softly.

"Is it very cold, right...even so... this world is just a prey of the weak."

But so what?

He would still choose to buy people to do experiments again. In order to make money, where is there any technology and medicine in this world that can improve without sacrifice?

...

"Ha, I am worthy of being a descendant with dirty blood."

The soft and cold voice burst into laughter.

Fande suddenly felt something was wrong. He felt that the voice seemed not to sound in his ears, but in his mind.

He was suddenly shocked, suddenly opened his swollen eyes, and instantly met a pair of cold blue vertical pupils.

Even in the face of White Christ's bloodthirsty gray eyes, he had never been as frightened as he is now.
Chapter completed!