Seeing the eight people decapitated, Cha Na felt little fear.
He himself had endured worse, his intestines pulled out, his liver and lungs removed, his abdomen pierced until it was like a sieve... Wei Tianyang had never shown him any mercy. At least these eight people had died quickly.
Wei Tianyang still sat quietly—these eight were just the first group of the day.
He called Starbucks to clean the room. She and the attendants brought in garbage carts, skillfully put on rubber gloves, dumped the bodies and heads into black trash bins, then removed the bloodstained carpet from the floor, replaced it with a new one, and washed the bloodstains off the floor with soapy water—all in just fifteen minutes.
After Starbucks and the attendants left, only Wei Tianyang and Cha Na remained in the room.
