1156 Did you torture her into this state?

Mu Yichen squinted his eyes one more time to ensure that none had any lethal weapon on them before he slowly approached. He nudged the gun that the scar-faced had dropped on the ground with his toe and caught it at once.

"You, bring me to her. The rest, scram to the side!" the boy ordered again.

The men exchanged glances before the scar-faced man sneered. "Everybody, scram! Did you hear that?!"

Hence, everyone started to move to the side.

The child walked up and pointed to the leader, telling frigidly, "Bring me to her! I warn you; don't you try anything funny!"

"He he! Little rascal, you are so skillful; how will I dare to try anything funny?" the man retorted. This was either meant to be sarcastic or contemptuous!

If Yun Tianyou were around, he would deliberate over the situation now.

Such as, why would someone with Mu Lianjue's power and status merely arrange a few ruffians to keep watch over an important person?

There should be a large troop on standby nearby awaiting orders!

Alas, this boy did not ponder on it too much. He was anxious to see his mother, so he did not pause to consider why there was only a handful of gangsters standing watch in such a big warehouse.

He followed the scar-faced man while still holding Mu Wanrou as hostage; the three of them stepped into the warehouse. The heavy shutters slowly closed behind them.

There was only a small incandescent lamp lighting the inside of the large warehouse. The whole place looked dark, heavy, and impervious. In fact, only a small skylight was used to let in some fresh air!

Under the dim light, dust particles could be seen flying about in the air.

The boy turned alert once more as he scanned his surroundings carefully while keeping a grip of the woman in his hand.

The scar-faced man led him to an iron cage.

He stopped and his gaze fell on the female figure inside the cell.

His mother, with her clothes tattered, lay all shriveled up in a corner. Her white attire was covered with splotches of blood like a conspicuous, prickly thimbleberry!

Some stains were still red and fresh while the rest had turned dark and rusty!

Right now, her raven hair cascaded messily around her shoulders like muddy seaweed. She looked to be in a bad shape with her fair and flawless skin mangled with blood and salt water and her damp fringe sticking on her forehead.

Both her wrists were chained and locked, with little room for struggle. Her slender and thin arms looked so frail that they might break at any second!

There were two fully armed soldiers, looking grim, standing watch next to the cell.

The boy's pupils contracted violently at the sight. Insurmountable fury welled up on his face, and he abruptly grabbed a turf of Mu Wanrou's hair, raised his gun, and aimed it right between her eyebrows!

The woman's face turned pale with shock and quickly screamed for help. "No, don't! H-Help! Save me!"

"Shut up!"

He thrusted the muzzle into her mouth and loaded the gun!

"Or I'll blast your mouth off!"

She was too terrified to speak by now.

With the muzzle in her oral cavity, she could vividly discern every tiny movement in that lethal device when loaded. It was extremely creepy and scary!