No greater sorrow than a dead heart!
Abulaxi had completely given up hope.
At this point, what was the use of struggling?
Since he couldn't speak and couldn't resist, he might as well resign himself to his fate and let it be!
After all, once he fell into Wu Jie's hands, this guy wouldn't easily let him go.
Instead of harboring wild thoughts and getting furious,
it was better to take a rest, otherwise, next time he was tortured, there would be no chance to rest.
And this rest of his, made Wu Jie disgruntled.
Brother went through great lengths to bring you here, not for you to sleep!
Hate! Hate me!
How could it stop?
From last night when the War Statistics Institute's plane was shot down, to the five engineers escaping, and personally flying a plane to bring Abulaxi back to the bustling city, within these less than twenty-four hours, how many energy points had Brother used?
