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Anthon and Pig's Feet sat in the car, waiting for Haohao and Da Shewan to finish in the restroom. The atmosphere inside was unusually tense, with Anthon feeling both anxious and on edge. He knew this was a critical moment; he had to seize the opportunity to uncover the truth.
Taking a deep breath, he fixed his gaze on Pig's Feet, his tone laced with urgency. "Pig's Feet! I want to know what happened yesterday! Tell me... why did you treat Haohao like this?"
Pig's Feet turned his head, a flicker of panic and surprise crossing his face. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes darting as he contemplated how to respond to Anthon's questioning.
Anthon pulled out his phone from his pocket, quickly flipping through photos and videos before laying them bare for Pig's Feet to see. The images on the screen drained the color from Pig's Feet's face, shock and fear mingling in his eyes.
"Damn it! Where did you get this stuff?" Pig's Feet hissed under his breath, panic and anger evident in his voice. His breathing quickened, clearly caught off guard by the sudden evidence.
Anthon stared coldly at Pig's Feet, his voice firm. "The evidence isn't the point; the point is why you treated Haohao this way! What did he do wrong that warranted such torment?"
Pig's Feet's gaze flickered as he clenched his jaw, seemingly wrestling internally with whether or not to reveal the truth. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his fingers trembled on the steering wheel.
"You don't understand..." Pig's Feet murmured, pain and helplessness lacing his words. "This is all Da Shewan's plan; I just... I just have to obey him."
Anthon glared at Pig's Feet, filled with questions. "Obey? Is that your justification for treating an innocent person like this? What did Haohao do to deserve this?"
After a moment of silence, Pig's Feet finally spoke softly. "Haohao didn't do anything wrong; he just... he just became Da Shewan's target. Da Shewan has some kind of... twisted obsession with him; he wants to control Haohao completely, body and soul."
Anthon felt a surge of anger and helplessness within him. He knew Pig's Feet was speaking the truth, but that did nothing to alleviate the pain and fury he felt over what Haohao had endured.
"That's not an excuse!" Anthon snapped. "You can't treat him like this; it's cruel!"
A flash of pain crossed Pig's Feet's eyes as he lowered his head, unable to meet Anthon’s gaze. "I know... I know it's all terrible, but I... I really can't fight against Da Shewan; he's too powerful. I'm just a small fry; I can't stand up to him."
Anthon took a deep breath, striving to calm himself. He understood that now was not the time for an emotional outburst; he needed to find a way to resolve this situation, protect Haohao, and escape from this nightmare once and for all.
“Pig's Feet, I don't care how powerless you feel; I just hope you can help us,” Anthon said softly, his voice filled with determination and a plea. “Haohao can't go on like this; he needs your help.”
A flicker of hesitation crossed Pig's Feet's face, his expression growing more complex. Anthon sensed the internal struggle within Pig's Feet and knew he had to seize the moment. Taking a deep breath, he continued, “Pig's Feet, I don't care how powerless you feel; I just hope you can help us. Haohao can't go on like this; he needs your help.”
Pig's Feet's gaze flickered, clearly wrestling with his thoughts. His fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, betraying his tension. Just then, Da Shewan emerged from the restroom and began walking toward the car. Anthon realized time was running out; action was necessary.
Anthon felt a surge of inspiration and raised his voice, “Pig's Feet, you don’t want Da Shewan to keep obsessing over Haohao, right? You want to reclaim Da Shewan’s love for you! In that regard, we are allies! Right?”
Upon hearing this, Pig's Feet's expression grew even more complicated, a flash of pain and conflict crossing his eyes. He glanced at the approaching Da Shewan, his internal struggle intensifying.
Anthon pressed on, “Think about it, Pig's Feet. If we don’t join forces, Da Shewan will forever be lost in Haohao; he will never look at you again. But if we work together, we can change everything.”
Pig's Feet’s breathing became rapid, his eyes filled with conflict and anguish. Da Shewan had reached the car, his figure casting an ominous shadow through the window.
“Pig's Feet!” Anthon’s voice grew more urgent. “You have to make a choice! Now!”
Taking a deep breath, Pig's Feet’s eyes flashed with resolve. He nodded slowly and whispered, “Okay, I’ll help you, but you must be careful.”
Anthon felt a glimmer of hope as he nodded back, gratitude filling his tone. “Thank you, Pig's Feet. We will be careful.”
Da Shewan opened the car door with a twisted smile on his face. He glanced at Anthon and Pig's Feet and asked, “What are you two talking about?”
Anthon quickly masked his inner tension and feigned casualness. “We were just discussing today’s itinerary; nothing special.”
Pig's Feet nodded in agreement, forcing a smile. “Yeah, nothing special.”
Da Shewan glanced at the two, a flicker of doubt crossing his eyes, but he did not press further. He got into the car, and Haohao followed, his face still pale, filled with pain and fear.
The vehicle started moving towards their next destination. Anthon knew this was just the beginning; they had to be more cautious to escape Da Shewan's control, protect Haohao, and reclaim their peace and freedom.
As the car continued down the road, the scenery outside rushed by, seemingly leading them toward an unknown abyss. Inside the car, Haohao was gradually breaking down, his gaze hollow and tormented. His body trembled slightly, clearly enduring immense mental pressure.
Da Shewan sat beside him, wearing that eerie and satisfied smile as if everything was going according to his plan. His eyes occasionally flicked toward Haohao, glinting with a chilling light.
Anthon watched Haohao, filled with helplessness and anger. He knew Da Shewan must have said something to Haohao in the restroom that further shattered his will. The pain and emptiness in Haohao's eyes made Anthon's heart ache.
"Haohao..." Anthon silently called out in his mind, but he knew this wasn't the time to show emotions. He had to stay calm and find a way to rescue Haohao; he couldn't let Da Shewan succeed.
It felt as if Haohao's heart was being dragged deeper into hell by Da Shewan, growing further away from Anthon. Anthon sensed this widening distance, filled with anxiety and despair. He knew he had to double his efforts to pull Haohao out of this endless darkness.
The atmosphere in the car became unusually oppressive and heavy, only broken by Da Shewan's low laughter that occasionally pierced the silence. Each of his words felt like needles stabbing into Haohao's heart, causing him immense pain and despair.
Anthon looked at Haohao's expression, feeling unbearable anguish. He knew Haohao was on the brink of collapse, at any moment susceptible to being completely controlled by Da Shewan. He had to find a way to stop this; he needed a plan to rescue Haohao from Da Shewan's grasp.
"Pig's Feet..." Anthon called out in his mind, hoping Pig's Feet would fulfill his promise and help them escape this nightmare. He understood that Pig's Feet's assistance was crucial for them; only by joining forces could they break Da Shewan's scheme.
The car continued onward, unaware of its destination. Anthon gazed at the fleeting scenery outside, filled with unease and anxiety. He knew this struggle had only just begun, and they had to work together to reclaim their peace and freedom.
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