Hearing the roaring sound of the electric saw, Han Fei immediately began to struggle. Only after he made sure that the chains wrapped around his arms could be unlocked at the first opportunity did he let out a sigh of relief.
"Team leader, don't move around, I won't hurt you," came Li Guo'er's voice by his ear. Her tone was chilling, as if she held a block of ice in her mouth, "I wish it could go on like this forever."
Han Fei switched on his master-level acting in his brain, his body trembling slightly, like a little boy thrown into a nightmare. Veins popped out on the back of his hands, and his forehead was drenched with cold sweat almost instantly.
The chains tensed, rattling loudly, and the electric saw slowly advanced. Three women picked up various evil weapons and instruments of torture from the ground, placing them around the dinner table with the grace as if selecting cutlery for a banquet.
