Watching Dong Tianyu get up and slowly walk towards him, the process was slow, but as Dong Tianyu got closer, Brother Three felt an increase in pressure.
When Dong Tianyu arrived at Brother Three's side, he kicked Brother Three, making him flip face-down on the floor.
Swiftly taking out a canister of gasoline from his storage space, he lifted Brother Three's head, made him smell the fumes wafting from the container, so that he knew what it contained.
Then, under Brother Three's terrified gaze, he poured the gasoline over the area between Brother Three's legs.
With Dong Tianyu's words, "It's a bit chilly tonight. How about we start a fire for warmth?" Brother Three felt a wave of coldness sweep his body.
Although he knew his fate was sealed, when he saw Dong Tianyu taking out a matchstick ready to strike, he finally couldn't help shouting, "Don't light it, don't light it, I'll talk! Just ask me whatever you want, and I'll tell you everything I know!"
