Age of Terror: I Have a Monster Editor

Wearing worn-out factory clothes, he should be a worker in a factory outside the city of this base.

Two benches were overturned by the dining table, as well as some brooms and other items.

On the rather messy ground, a delicate and elegant woman with simple clothes, with disheveled hair, fell to the ground with crimson eyes, and whispered.

There are also scars and bruises of both old and new on his body.

There was a bright red palm print on the cheek at this moment.

Let the left face start to become slightly red and swollen.

The delicate woman struggled to support her with weak arms, trying to stand up.

She covered her face, while looking at the drunk man, she reprimanded and said, "Enough!"

"Don't be suspicious all day long?"

"A and I were beaten by you tomorrow, and Amin was still locked up in the storage room by you. When are you tall these days?"

"Woo, what do you want our mothers to do?"

The full-faced man, with flushed cheeks, spitting out a strong scent of alcohol.

He looked at the scolding eyes, and listened to the woman's reprimanding words.

The man felt his fragile and proud self-esteem, and was greatly stimulated and insulted.

He looked up and took a sip of wine.

His eyes quickly became fierce and brutal.

The man got up and strode to the woman.

In the latter's horrified eyes, he grabbed the woman's long hair.

"what--"

The woman screamed in pain, only feeling that her scalp was about to be pulled up.

The man slapped the woman's painful cheek fiercely again.

Snapped--

In his mouth spitting out a strong alcoholic breath, he even yelled out angrily.

"Stinky lady, you dare to be tough with Laozi!"

"Hiccup, let you... make you so hard!!"

"I killed you!"

Snapped--

The man slapped a few more times.

Seems to be tired from fighting.

He sat back on the stool.

The woman fell to the ground.

Painful sobbing, tears flowed helplessly from the corners of the flushed eyes.

Dripping into her mouth made her feel extremely sour and bitter.

The woman kept whispering and wailing: "I...what I haven't done, I won't admit it!"

"What I haven't done, you... how do you want me to admit it?!"

"It's like this every day, why is it like this every day, woo woo woo-"

She lay on the cold, messy ground weakly and painfully, and slowly curled up.

The sobbing sound kept ringing.

The full-faced man, sitting on the plastic bench, flushed, panting, looking at the woman condescendingly, like a general returning from victory.

He is full of ambition.

The man stuffed a few peanuts into his mouth, and then swallowed it with a gulp of wine.

It seems to be well rested.

He began to think he was standing on the moral high ground.

"Special!"

"You stinky girl, aren't you... very capable? Hiccup!"

"Make your mouth so sweet, so good with the neighbors in the neighborhood!"

"What's so... good for chatting?"

"Um?"

"Huh, I'm so special!"

"I tore your mouth!!"

The man's voice became vicious.

He stood up, grinning grimly.

Looked around, picked up the broom, and began to beat.

The full-faced man's eyes flashed with joy and viciousness alternately, appearing very cheerful and excited.

He will only show power in front of the people closest to him to release the grievances and oppression he has received outside.

The woman cried feebly, but couldn't do anything.

"Ah, woohoo!"

Snapped--

Bang--

Bang--