At the same time, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to one of the people standing next to him.
The man took it as if he had taken a piece of hot medicine and stammered, "Why did you give it to me?"
Marico clicked his tongue. As he spoke, he waved the iron pliers in his hand, which made people tremble with fear. "What's the use of giving it to you? Are you out of your mind? Record it. Don't record my face. Just record my back and this woman's face."
"But if we do this, will the Toby Family..."
"As long as she doesn't die, that's enough. Cut the crap!" As he spoke, Marico stuffed the phone into the man's hand.
At this point, the other man had to record it. He gritted his teeth, turned on the video mode of the camera, and winked at Marico, indicating that he was ready.
Marico immediately looked at Beryl, who was lying on the ground, with endless excitement and passion in his eyes. He was like a wolf that had been hungry for a week, seeing a piece of meat.
He wanted to tear her apart and torture this piece of 'meat' that he had been drooling over for a long time.
No matter how strong Beryl was mentally or how calm she was in the face of danger, she had never experienced such a thing in her life. Looking at the red pincers that were gradually fading, although they were not as red as before, she knew that the temperature must be very high.
She had expected what would happen later, so she was particularly panicked and scared.
"Let me go, and you can get anything you want." She was still holding a glimmer of hope and trying her best to persuade Marico, who was on the verge of going crazy.
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