"Nothing much. I'm just helping you relieve the pain. Don't be afraid." Ye Caitang typed on the cell phone.
"That's great." The scar-faced man suddenly realized that his hand did not hurt anymore and smiled in relief.
Suddenly, he heard Ye Caitang's cell phone continue to "speak".
"However, it's too early to rejoice. If you don't do as I say, you will still die from festering wounds."
Upon hearing this, the scar-faced man immediately changed from a haughty and lecherous big shot to a humble underling. He immediately knelt down and begged Ye Caitang for mercy.
"Your Majesty, please let me go. I won't dare to attack you and your friend again."
"Don't worry. I definitely won't do what that b*tch, Ye Muxue asked me to do."
The scar-faced man said shamelessly,
"Even if I have nerves of steel, I wouldn't dare to mess with you."
