At that moment, a soldier from Wanlong Pce approached her, seized her cor, and forcefully dragged her straight into the cell.


    Inside the cell, the bodies were beginning to umte, threatening to form a mountain of corpses.


    “Abbas, can you find me a lighter?” charlie requested.


    Being a casual smoker of cigars, Abbas retrieved a lighter from his pocket and handed it to charlie.


    charlie tossed the lighter to Soleil, speaking nonchntly: “Take this lighter. Later, I’ll have someone lock the cell and drain all the fuel from the cars outside, pouring it in here. If any of you can’t bear it, you can use this lighter to ignite the gasoline and escape. If you’re too afraid to light it, you can choose to stay here with the corpses and wait for death. How you die is entirely your decision.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Soleil was so terrified that she copsed into a quivering heap.


    Meanwhile, Ah Liang, who was being brought into the cell, was so frightened that he burst into tears. The thought of being burned alive filled him with dread, and he cried out, “Mr. Wade, please just let us fend for ourselves. Don’t give us a lighter. Ah… I fear that none of us can control the fire!”


    Ma Kui, nearly at his breaking point, eximed, “Do you really want to die slowly? If you don’t use the fire, you’ll be suffocated! These corpses will start to rot and stink by tomorrow! Even if we don’t perish from the smell, the toxic gases produced will poison us! Do you want to die in a pool of blood like that?”<f9c> Th? link to the orig?n of this information r?sts ?n Find_Novel(.</f9c>


    Upon hearing Ma Kui’s words, Ah Liang was so frightened that he wet his pants, his fear escting even further.


    Yet despite his terror, he couldn’t bring himself to suggest to charlie that they shouldn’t have the lighter. After Ma Kui spoke, he realized that perhaps setting a fire to resolve everything could be the best option after all.


    Before long, all the bodies were piled into the cell, and the remaining survivors were locked inside.


    In that cramped space, they could only stand or copse against one another, surrounded by a dense wall of corpses behind them.


    charlie stepped forward, observing their faces filled with despair and fear, and asked coldly, “Do you remember what those you killed looked like before they died?”


    The group quickly lowered their heads, afraid to meet charlie’s gaze.


    In their minds, the haunting images of the countless victims they had in flickered vividly.


    The cycle of cause and effect, retribution awaits.


    This group had built their fortune by inflicting pain on others, embodying pure evil.


    Many of them had blood on their hands—not just one life, but many.


    It would be a small mercy for them to atone with death.


    If reincarnation truly existed, they would likely endure immense suffering in their next lives, needing to reckon with their sins.


    Noticing that none dared to speak, charlie sneered and instructed Abbas, “Abbas, have everyone leave.”


    “Understood!” Abbas replied, signaling for everyone else to vacate the underground operating room before exiting with charlie.


    Once outside, the Wanlong Pce soldiers drove all the vehicles belonging to the Crazy Juarez members into the yard, systematically draining their fuel tanks and allowing the gasoline to flow into the entrance of the underground operating room.


    Before long, Soleil and the others, trapped among the mountain of corpses, noticed a stream of oil and gasoline trickling down the stairs.


    As the gasoline crept closer, Soleil nced at the lighter in her hand and, with a nk expression filled with despair, asked Ma Kui, “Old Ma, when do we ignite it?”


    Ma Kui, enduring his own pain, replied, “Don’t do it yet. We need to wait for more gasoline to create a bigger fire. It’ll be over quickly; if you burn slowly, it’ll be agonizing…”


    Suddenly, Ah Liang recalled something and began to cry, “Uncle Ma… those guys who had their kidneys removedst time… they were burned to death by gasoline… Back then, I suggested we kill them and bury them, but the Mexicans insisted it was too hard; they said burning them was easier… So those Mexicans just… just…”


    As Ah Liang spoke, memories flooded back, overwhelming him with fear. He couldn’t bring himself to articte the details, simply sobbing, “Uncle Ma… I’m really scared, Uncle…”