Chapter 162 The Auction

• Echo frowned, turning to the screen. She could see only pain on the man's face—nothing that hinted he enjoyed any of this.
• She looked back at Bill, who let a cold, silent smirk play on his lips as he said, "This is his kind of game. He's killed countless people this way, making them suffer before they died. Now, he gets to taste the same. It's the kind of thing I like. Antonio's approach suits me just fine."
• Hearing Bill's explanation, a glint of coldness flashed in Echo's eyes. Any hint of sympathy she'd had for the screaming man below was gone. She'd never had much sympathy in the first place, and for people like him, she had even less.