"Where is your upstream contact? Speak!" Yú Yáng swung a steel whip lined with barbed hooks.
Several rough-skinned, bizarre-looking white men hung stripped to the waist in midair, trembling before Yú Yáng's perverted smile and the whistling steel whip.
Yú Yáng did not know how much longer he had to live, but he knew that this damn international crime organization was going to die before he did!
Chapter 123