"Brother Fang, let me massage your shoulders."
"Brother Fang, let me pound your legs."
"Brother Fang, let me fan you."
...
Within the stone chamber, Fang Lin sat lazily on a pile of dry straw, with four youths fawning over him as they massaged his shoulders, pounded his legs and fanned him.
As for Fang Lin, he was thoroughly enjoying this treatment.
Four days had passed since Fang Lin joined the Demon Suppressing Cave Prison, and the boss of this stone chamber had changed from Wang Dalong to him.
Wang Dalong, however, was more than willing to submit. In fact, he was the one who flattered Fang Lin the most, and he would gladly act like a grandson day in and day out.
The lives of the two youths who had been bullied all along also improved considerably due to Fang Lin's presence.
After all, Fang Lin didn't bully them, and Wang Dalong and the others didn't dare to bully them casually anymore. Thus, they paid high respect to Fang Lin.
