"Eat it! Why wouldn't you want to eat?" Feng Yucheng stomped on the steamed bun twice more before kicking it in front of Wang Qiang.
Wang Qiang clenched his lips tightly, his eyes fixated on the steamed bun at his feet. His complexion was ashen, and when combined with the bloodstains on his face, he looked quite ferocious.
"I'll count to three. If you don't eat it by then," Feng Yucheng continued, "you won't have to eat at all, and then you can leave."
The words seemed calm, but were laced with a thick threat.
Wang Qiang's expression grew even uglier. To eat that steamed bun meant not just humiliation, but the loss of his self-respect. However, by not eating, he would implicate all his brothers, something Wang Qiang was utterly unwilling to do.
"One!"
"Two!"
Before Feng Jiacheng could utter "three," Wang Qiang suddenly squatted down, picked up the steamed bun.
"You can't eat it!" all his brothers exclaimed at once.
