Zhang Ziyan clenched his teeth tightly, refusing to make a sound, but his face was already completely deformed from the pressure, as blood continually oozed out.
Hei Dalou asked with a laugh, "Shen Zhou, do you believe that all I have to do is exert a bit more force, and your loyal little brother's head will be crushed by me, just like smashing a watermelon?"
Shen Zhou stared at him coldly, silent.
Hei Dalong shouted, "So now I want you, in front of these three brothers of yours, to beg for mercy from me, say you're a dog, say you are willing to be my dog, and kneel before me in the video. Otherwise, I'll start by smashing Zhang Ziyan's head!"
"Did you hear that?"
His face contorted with ferocity as if he were a wild beast, staring intently at Shen Zhou on the screen.
Yet Shen Zhou said nothing, as if he were still nonchalantly fiddling with something.
