The two bodyguards wanted to beg for mercy, but their faces and mouths were already swollen from Shen Zhen's slaps. Other than mumbling, there was no way for them to beg for mercy.
The only person who could speak up for them, Shen Zhen, couldn't even wait to hide, so how could he speak up for them?
Hearing li junyu's instructions, Ling bei became worried.
"Young master, can we use something else as a substitute? We only brought iron self-defense sticks, not wooden ones. Look at them!"
"If you don't have it, can't you borrow it from others?" Li junyu glanced coldly at Shen Zhen, who was trembling in fear.
It was true that an iron rod was more painful than a wooden one, but what Lord tyrant wanted was not physical pain, but psychological fear.
The punishment could be used after they returned.
What li junyu wanted to do now was to instill fear in these people.
