"f**k! f**k! f**k!!!"
Chen Mo sat slumped in the cold, fetid underground slaughterhouse, his back against the meat grinder stained with dark red mince. A beastly growl erupted from his throat! A surge of grief and nausea filled his chest like venom! His stomach churned! He clutched the blood-stained doodle notebook tightly, his knuckles white with the knuckles! The twisted vines and bird patterns and the phrase "bad bird meat" burned his nerves like red-hot irons!
Hu Qiang! That beast! That accomplice! He not only beat people up! He poisoned them! He also f*****g dealt with this... this...
"Wentou! The forensic doctor and the trace investigator are here!" Xiao Wang's cry echoed from the cave entrance, accompanied by a hint of suppressed retching.
Wen Ying stood before the operating tab
