He was nailed to the rostrum.

Like the crucified Jesus, with his head hanging over his eyes.

His hands and feet were pinned through the tall platform, which prevented him from falling down. Dark red blood had already wetted his shirt and the platform behind him.

At this moment, Yukiko Fangchuan is holding the last nail, pointing to the old chief's chest, with a gentle smile on his face, as if to say something.

Lin Feng's pupil contracted, infinite contraction, almost contracted into a point, his eyes only left the old man, now the abused old man!

At one time, he cried in the hands of the old chief executive,...