He seemed not to notice the soil that trapped Charlotte’s body at all, and nor did he realize that she had the danger to die because of being suffocated.
Comparing with those men, he was more like a murderer.
Charlotte could hardly maintain her consciousness. She looked at him with her reddened eyes. Tears ran out immediately. She felt such a sharp pang in her heart as if it was cut by a dagger inch by inch.
Lawrence could have saved her, but he deliberately made her desperate as if she was in Hell.
Seeing that she couldn’t utter a word at all, Lawrence sat straight. Curling up his lips, he cast a glance at her with a faint smile.
“I guess... it’s better than you can experience such a feeling more.”
After he finished his words, Lawrence put down his hands to roll his wheelchair farther and farther away from her. Then his wheelchair was pushed towards the men who were next to her.
When those men saw him, they all trembled violently.
“Mr. Harris, have mercy! Mr. Harris, please have mercy...”
Lawrence completely ignored them.
Then he reached the leader of the group. Bending over slightly, he looked at the man.
Squinting, he asked in a gentle tone, “Tell me. Which hand of yours has touched her?”
The man suddenly shook.
“Mr. Harris...”
He had witnessed how cruel Lawrence was, so he dared not to risk his life at all.
Reaching out one of his hands while trembling, he stammered, “This... this one...”
Lawrence didn’t turn around, but Jeffrey had already passed him a baseball bat in the tactic understanding.
The next second, Lawrence raised his hand and smashed it down. The baseball bat was smashed on the man’s hand.
“Ouch...” The man howled like a hog, echoing in the air.
Lawrence suddenly squinted again. The baseball bat in his hands was waved to his lower abdomen fiercely --
The man stopped howling instantly. Rolling his eyes, he blacked out and lost his certain ability.
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