Lin Mo looked at Chen Shanhe’s current state and didn’t actually feel exhilarated; he just felt a bit sad.
On one hand, he felt sad for Chen Shanhe, and on the other, he felt sad for himself.
If it weren’t for Chen Shanhe, he would definitely not be living this life now, but if it weren’t for Lin Mo, Chen Shanhe definitely wouldn’t have ended up in his current predicant.
The two n couldn’t really discuss winning or losing—it was rely that Lin Mo had fortuitously obtained the Intelligence System, allowing him to ultimately win in their struggle.
Looking at Chen Shanhe’s current state, Lin Mo changed his tone and said in a low voice, "Chen Shanhe, I sotis think, whether or not I should put you out of your misery."
Upon hearing this, Chen Shanhe, who had remained unresponsive for a long ti, finally showed a flicker of lucidity in his eyes.
Even Kainan, who stood beside him, returned from his frenzied state, gazing eagerly at Lin Mo in the video.
Being imprisoned in a sunless basent, facing the abyssal darkness every day, posed a great strike to one’s spirit.
Normally, people in such an environnt would quickly go mad or even, if they were resilient, start having thoughts of suicide or despair after enduring for a while.
Moreover, for soone as prideful as Chen Shanhe, the current situation was utterly intolerable.
He would rather die now than live this pitiful life.
Unfortunately, in such circumstances, their desire for death was rely a wish, and even just harboring such thoughts or attempting any action ant imdiate intervention by guards and relentless electric shocks.
Ironically, this thod of preventing suicide had been devised by Kainan himself, making their situation even more embarrassing.
Now, hearing that Lin Mo was willing to kill them, how could the two n not be excited?
"Kill ... kill ... please kill ..."
Kainan clenched the iron railing with both hands, his bloodshot eyes filled with the primal urge of a wild beast.
He had no other thoughts now; he just wanted to die.
After all, he had been confined for several years and had beco utterly disorientated, hardly distinguishing day from night and not knowing how much ti had passed.
Even because of the long absence of speech and exercise, so of his organs had begun to degenerate.
Especially, when he spoke, his articulation was so unclear that it was solely by force of will that he managed to produce sound.
Lin Mo didn’t speak, just casually waved his hand, not even glancing at Kainan.
Hum... Humming...
Upon seeing Lin Mo’s gesture, the staff turned on the power and the imdiate high voltage made Kainan stumble backwards several steps, curling on the floor like a reflex, his torso trembling continuously.
This ti the electric shock didn’t imdiately stop but continued to discharge.
Kainan, like a drenched cur, rolled incessantly in the cage for several minutes before passing out again.
His face had turned pale and drool was dribbling from his mouth.
Two doctors in white coats ca in and first restrained Kainan’s limbs in the cage, then began to treat him proficiently.
Today, dicine is highly advanced, and since the voltage was precisely controlled, it was impossible to cause real harm to Kainan, only imnse pain.
Throughout, Lin Mo’s face was expressionless; he simply looked down at the tortured Kainan as if observing a hamster.
He had long held no regard for Kainan, and not killing him directly now was rely to make him atone for his actions.
Compared to Chen Shanhe, he especially despised Kainan.
Because it was Kainan who had watered down an overdose of drugs, ultimately ordering the car that killed his own family, and caused such excruciating tornt to his parents and little sister.
For him, Lin Mo would definitely not let him die easily.
He rely wanted to torture him slowly until the end of his life.
Standing by, Chen Shanhe, watching his own son being tornted, had hardly any expression on his face, being even more indifferent than Lin Mo.
He had once loved this younger son, but unfortunately, he was just too disappointing, bringing so much trouble upon himself.
Now let alone Lin Mo, if Chen Shanhe himself got a chance, he would kill him without hesitation.
Lin Mo turned to Chen Shanhe, his face without expression, and said, "Now that the botherso fly is asleep, I think we can have a good talk."
"Old Mr. Chen, don’t you think that most of the ti, we are quite alike?"
Chen Shanhe still didn’t speak, just inwardly hoping that Lin Mo would kill him soon.
Of course,
even if he thought so, he couldn’t express these thoughts like Kainan or humbly beg Lin Mo for rcy.
Because he knew well that none of this would work on Lin Mo.
It’s true,
the two of them were very much alike in many ways.
Seeing Chen Shanhe not speaking, Lin Mo then dropped the topic, stood up, walked to the window, turned his phone cara toward the outer dark sky, and the brightly lit Zhangzhuang.
Reviews
All reviews (0)