"Yes... yes..." Song Wen stammered, just about to speak, when Song Wu on the side scolded him, "Nonsense, you can't talk about this."
"Old Two, if we don't talk... we'll be in big trouble," Song Wen said urgently.
"I don't believe he can do anything to us!" Song Wu gritted his teeth as if planning to resist to the end.
Lin Chuan walked over slowly and said, "Actually, even if you don't say it, I already know it's Mr. Hu behind this. But, I just want to hear you say it from your own mouths."
As he spoke, Lin Chuan stepped on Song Wu's palm with one foot. The leather shoes were hard, and beneath was an uneven cement floor. Song Wu's hand was squeezed in between. The human hand is just flesh and blood; both the shoe sole and the cement floor could easily tear it apart.
Squeak...
The force under Lin Chuan's foot increased, and Song Wu howled in pain. The agony was almost unbearable, and he screamed relentlessly.
