Jiang She's force under his foot intensified. Looking down at Zhao Minghai, who was screaming in distress on the floor, Jiang She asked curiously.
"How exactly do you plan on getting back at me? I'm quite curious, do tell." Jiang She inquired.
Zhao Minghai, pained and breaking into cold sweat, was being watched by Jiang She's men who were looming around him.
Zhao Minghai didn't dare make another bold move; he backed down.
"I...I was speaking nonsense when I said those words, I was joking with you. I hope you can let it off, don't take it seriously with me. Forgive me, I will never act like this again." Zhao Minghai was forced to beg.
He thought his hand was about to be crushed.
"Please, let it go this time. I promise there won't be a next time." Zhao Minghai was at this point as low as dust.
In his mind, the only impulse was to live a decent life.
If his hand really gets crippled, he too will be crippled for the rest of his life!
