The door was pushed open, and the secretary looked at the children squatting on the ground with pity. She saw them crying in pain. Although she felt pity, she did not sympathize.

Anyway, the boss has shown enough sincerity accordingly, it doesn't matter where these children come from.

"Boss, we have fresh goods."

Hamed raised his eyebrows, "Today is really a good day."

He was a 16- or 17-year-old boy. Although he was older than expected, he had a pretty face and was not the type to cry easily.

"Do you know what to do next?" He teased, looking up and down at the young boy in front of him, his eyes always looking at his lower body.

The young man has a very refreshing hairstyle, and the hair on his forehead will never interfere with his clear eyes.

He slowly took off his coat and unbuttoned his belt. He was not shy and so sophisticated that it was easy for people to forget that he was just a teenager in front of him.

"Can I ask you a question?" the young master asked as he was about to take off his belt.

Hamed was very interested in this different young boy, "Say, but I may not answer you."

The young man walked up to him, bent down and reached out to touch his lower body, "Do you remember how many children are under you?"

"Hahaha." Hamed smiled wildly, "I don't know this either. This is a meaningless question."

The boy twitched his lips and said, "Really? Then I'll be relieved."

He reached out and groped behind him, but his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.

"Are you looking for this?" Ahmed mocked, playing with the pistol in his hand: "Who asked you to come? What a miscalculation."

Si Wenbing's body felt cold from the inside out. This was not his first time on a mission, but it was the first time he was caught so quickly.

There was severe pain in his body, his limbs were tied, and his back was tingling. The liquid dripping from the candle covered his back and solidified.

"Let's have more fun." Hamed smiled and approached.

One night, for nearly seven hours, wild laughter kept coming from the empty room, but other sounds were rarely heard. Occasionally, one or two grunts were heard because of the extreme pain.

Near five o'clock in the morning, a gunshot woke up the drowsy bodyguard.

Rushing into the room, there was blood on the mirror. Hamed was lying on the ground with his head facing downwards.

When everyone saw the miserable condition of the young man in the room, they were even more shocked than when they saw Hamed lying in a pile of blood.

How could someone be tortured like that? He was obviously a healthy teenager when he was sent in, but he turned into such a terrifying look in just one night. Even the secretary who was used to what Hamed did frowned.

It's really too much.

The boy lying on his side moved. Everyone was surprised and forgot to react for a moment. They saw him getting up in embarrassment and slowly moving towards the window.

Someone wanted to take action, but the secretary stopped him. With the injuries like that, he probably wouldn't survive. There was another gunshot, and the boy was shot in the abdomen, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Mr. Hamed!" The secretary hurriedly threw herself beside him. Hamed clutched his abdomen and gritted his teeth as he looked at the direction of the boy's fall.

Si Wenbing listened quietly, as if listening to something insignificant.

After Hamed finished speaking, a gun was pressed against his head with such force that a piece of his temple was dug into it.

"Very wonderful." Si Wen said coldly and then looked at the door.
Chapter completed!