"Mr. Jiang, please have a smoke."
With Wan Feng's sinister laugh, "Tssss—" Wan Feng pressed the lit cigarette onto Jiang Chen's chest wound, eliciting a harsh sound of searing flesh.
"Ugh..."
The excruciating pain caused Jiang Chen's entire body to tremble, and a low growl like that of a wild beast erupted from his throat.
"Please have a smoke, Mr. Jiang!" Pi Zi quickly followed suit, pressing his cigarette onto another one of Jiang Chen's wounds.
Tssss!
"Please have a smoke, Mr. Jiang!"
Tssss!
"Please…"
One by one, the gang approached Jiang Chen, pressing their cigarettes onto the wounds on his chest, and in no time, over a dozen cigarette butts had been stubbed out on Jiang Chen's torso!
Jiang Chen's complexion was deathly pale, his body convulsing in pain. His gaze no longer fixed on Wan Feng, but turned to Ye Jingyi, to her face that seemed to be peacefully sleeping, and a sudden sense of calm filled his heart.
For her, Jing Yi, ha, this pain is nothing.
