"Arghhh!!!"
The piercing screams continued to echo within the private room, with Liu Jianjun struggling violently, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift his head.
"Do you understand now?"
Chen Yang grabbed his hair and asked.
"Mercy... mercy, I was wrong, please, I'm begging you, let me go!" Liu Jianjun cried out loudly.
He was scared, thinking that Chen Yang was nothing short of a demon, a demon from Hell.
Such methods were simply too brutal.
Chen Yang sneered and said, "Now you can fetch that pack of cigarettes, right?"
"I'll fetch it... I'll fetch it now..."
As he spoke, Liu Jianjun's right hand quickly reached out.
The moment his fingertips touched the hot oil, Liu Jianjun couldn't help but scream, burnt terribly!
But compared to the pain on his face, the pain on his hand was nothing.
To save his own face, Liu Jianjun endured the screaming while he fished the pack of cigarettes out of the hot pot.
