Yang Zicheng had initially wanted to make this bastard disappear from the world, daring to harm Qiao Yuman was simply seeking death.
However, Su Han stopped him. The current Yang Zicheng was no longer the underworld boss of the past, and there was no need to ruin himself over such trash. Giving Wan Jiarong a profound lesson was enough.
The evildoer would get his just deserts!
At the moment, Wan Jiarong was shaking with fear, both scared and hungry, with tears and snot streaming down his face, terrified beyond his wits.
But he didn't dare to run away. Iron Cannon was like a demon; just his gaze upon him struck fear into his heart.
"Please, let me go, I'll give you any amount of money you want, I'll even provide women for you, any celebrity you wish!"
Wan Jiarong begged with crying, almost ready to kneel down.
"Now you realize your mistake?" Iron Cannon glanced at Wan Jiarong, seeing that the lesson was nearly enough, also not wanting to take a life.
