In a warehouse, three large men with battered bodies could be seen kneeling and looking like they would be breathing their last any moment from now.
Young Master Mi Cheng looked at the three men kneeling in front of him and chuckled. "It's been three days. If I had not sent people to fetch you, the three of you wouldn't have come to report to me, would you?"
The one in the middle tried to say something, but nothing could be heard. He tried again and again and all that could be heard were his inaudible sounds.
Mi Cheng frowned and turned to look at one of the men that he told to bring the kneeling guards over. "Did you cut off his tongue?"
The guard shook his head. "No boss, I also don't know why he is behaving this way." The guy looked closely at the one kneeling and realized his tongue and that of the other men were cut off.
