Chapter 148: Two Left_3

"Save me, Lance!" Heller's face was a picture of terror so convincing it had to be real; he was truly afraid!

He thought of his relatives who had died in the gang rivalries: his grandfather, his father, his aunt, his siblings, and his uncle.

Others might not have had the biggest impact on him, but his uncle had left a deep imprint.

His memory of what exactly happened was fading, but he remembered the call—the day his uncle had been murdered.

He drove to the roadside, where the police had already cordoned off the street. His uncle had been strung up like Christ on the cross, dangling underneath a street lamp.

The blood dripping continuously from the cross became his enduring nightmare, haunting him for years until he eventually got over it.

In this moment, the image of his uncle's death flashed before his eyes, and he shook all over.

His emotions suddenly spiraled out of control as he pounded the steel door with all his might, "Let me out!"