"Don't even think about me telling you," Zhao Jun replied through gritted teeth.
"Heh, quite stubborn, aren't you? But let's see if it's your mouth or your fingers that are tougher," Ye Xiong turned to Wang Tong and said, "Take Aunt Wang and the others upstairs, what's about to happen next might cause discomfort."
Wang Tong nodded and led Aunt Wang, Du Yuehua, and Xiao Mei up to the second floor.
Wang Shu was about to follow them when Ye Xiong shouted, "Stop right there, I'll settle my score with you slowly."
Once Wang Tong and the others were upstairs, Ye Xiong suddenly bent one of Zhao Jun's fingers back towards his hand.
Instantly, a scream like that of a slaughtering pig pierced the air.
"It was Young Master Dong, He Haodong sent me here, please, I beg you, stop torturing me," Zhao Jun covered his broken finger, rolling desperately on the ground as tears and snot flowed together.
