Chapter 910: The Weak Do Not Deserve to Speak

The pit was ready.

Li Qing had just dug out a deep pit for that middle-aged man, and it was perfectly suitable for burying another.

He grabbed the man who had been in a suit and leather shoes, who now looked worse than a beggar, stood him upright, and threw him into the pit, then quickly started filling it in. In a few quick movements, he had filled more than half of it, burying the man up to his neck in yellow earth.

Just then, the agitated middle-aged man suddenly shouted, "You... You wait, wait a minute."

"What's there to wait for? Come on, give me a reason," Li Qing said. "One of you is enough, any more is superfluous!"

"What... what exactly do you want... want to ask?" the middle-aged man said with difficulty.

His pitch-black cheeks seemed to wear a mask of pain, his voice was hoarse and bore a clear sense of being torn.