These Chinese, one after another, their hot tears poured from their eyes, crying while glaring with venomous gazes at those customs officials from Jawa Country.
In the days they had been detained at the Customs General Administration, the torture and suffering they endured were beyond many people's imagination.
The officials of the Customs General Administration used cigarette burns, whips, boiling water to scald flesh, cutting off fingers and toes, many could not endure it and had already died in the customs prison.
"I know all about your situation, that's precisely why we're here."
Colonel Peng Gu stepped forward, gripping Gong Guokai's hand, and said heavily: "We've arrived too late."
"Officer, you mustn't let these people go, their hands are stained with the blood of our Chinese."
Gong Guokai tightly clutched Peng Gu's arm, his eyes filled with deep-seated hatred, gnashing his teeth as he spoke.
