Hei Dalong laughed heartily and snapped his fingers.
He was smug, "Well then, I think it's time to speak up now, there's nothing else, as long as you submit to me and call me 'master,' and Shen Zhou, he is your enemy!"
"You must viciously curse Shen Zhou! Call him a damned bastard, a dog's mongrel, call him filthy, despicable, shameless scum, all sorts of mockery and insults towards people, I've written them all down."
"You just have to memorize them and curse Shen Zhou with them."
He waved his hand, and three men in black approached, each holding a piece of paper, and handed it to the three big men to see.
Whether it was Jin Chengwang, Zhang Ziyan, or Pang Gao Da, they all were so furious they felt like spitting blood.
The paper was truly the epitome of insults!
It had nearly all the Chinese vocabulary for cursing people organized together.
It was enough to drive someone insane.
Looking at the paper, Zhang Ziyan sneered endlessly.
