C174 Two Lonely Fireworks

Bare, ghastly white bones.

A blade glinting with an icy gleam.

The desolate wails of agony.

For Woo Yan, the torture was so excruciating it was worse than death itself.

Chiang Le slowly peeled the tape from Woo Yan's mouth.

"Chiang Le, please, just kill me," Woo Yan implored, his speech restored