"Do you really think Butch can be trusted?"
Sandra didn't quite know why she asked, but seeing Anthony's trust in Butch stirred a nagging worry inside her.
"Butch might have told me some truths, but I've never trusted any of the little guys, including Fang Zhi!"
The mention of Fang Zhi suddenly reminded Anthony that he had locked Fang Zhi in a small dark room and hadn't checked on him for days.
So, Anthony led Sandra to where Fang Zhi was held.
As the iron door swung open, they were greeted by the sight of a figure sprawled lifelessly on a straw mat.
"Anthony, could this guy be... dead?"
Sandra quickly hid behind Anthony, unable to look at Fang Zhi lying on the ground.
Anthony calmly approached, nonchalantly waving a piece of roasted meat under Fang Zhi's nose.
Suddenly, Fang Zhi
