We'll keep the fat guy for now.

Cut off his limbs so he can watch as he humiliates his wife.

Speaking of which...

This is my first time touching a woman, how could I have such perverted thoughts?

Never mind, let's do it this way!

One step, two steps, three steps...

The gleaming blade was pressed against the fat man's throat.

"I'll give you three numbers, and tell them to stop crying, or else..."

With a thrust of the knife, blood seeped from the fat man Qian Dahai's flesh.

"No... Brother... Hero... Please don't kill me, I'll make them stop crying."

Qian Dahai was so scared he almost wet his pants:

"Wife... tell our son and daughter to shut up!"

"three!"

"Son and daughter, be good, listen to me, don't cry anymore!"

"Please, please, don't cry... don't cry... sob... sob..."

Ironically, even Qian Dahai, who was trying to persuade others, joined in the wailing in the end.

"two!"

......

The skinny monkey gripped the machete, squinted, and glanced sideways at the fat man in front of him who had completely lost his composure.

He was thoroughly enjoying the moment.

Since he had followed the group and killed the first Chinese person two hours earlier, he had slowly come to love the feeling of unbridled violence.

As the number of sword swings increased.

The thrill of killing had permeated every cell in his body.

He suddenly felt that he had wasted the past 18 years.

The past was filled with poverty, humility, and emptiness; life seemed predictable from beginning to end...

Where is it as satisfying as being able to arbitrarily control the life and death of others?

"one!"

"Time's up!"

"No! Please wait..."