"Seven-Colored Hall..."
Cyan flashed coldly in Chen Ping's eyes.
'Although I cannot save you, I will definitely uproot the Seven-Colored Hall to console your soul below.'
He walked toward Zhuang Hongyi, who was still wailing incessantly. The reason why he had spared her life earlier was certainly not out of mercy.
For a force like Zhuang Hongyi's, which specializes in abducting and trafficking women, killing a hundred times wouldn't be excessive.
He just wanted to know.
Who exactly is the mastermind behind this?
What are their intentions?
After being trained, where are these people being transported outside the city?
This black hand has never been severed.
Perhaps many more such tragic events will occur in the future.
Having seen this, he couldn't just stand by.
"Hold on."
A round and plump man blocked his path.
