On the live broadcast, Brent's state of mind was about to explode. The high-temperature iron rod slowly approached his lips.
He struggled with all his might. He could already feel the scorching temperature. It was imaginable that if this thing was going to be stabbed into his mouth!
He did not dare to imagine.
The bullet curtain rolled crazily. All of them were amazed at the Death Judge's strength.
Not only did he have to defeat Brent physically, but he also had to defeat Brent mentally.
This was double torture. This was the way to deal with this kind of pervert.
He was no longer a human, but a demon.
First, he threw out a thought trap, making him fall into despair the moment he was about to succeed.
"That was so fast. Even I was fooled. I kept staring at the girl's picture on the screen. I didn't expect the real trap to be on the wire frame outside."
