Zhao Hong felt like he was in a train transporting him from Heaven to Hell, shuttling back and forth. The extreme contrast shattered his not-so-strong spirit completely. As he stepped out of the car, his eyes were vacant, as if he had resigned himself to his fate.
In comparison, Zhao Tianba had only experienced Chen Fan's horrific strength, but had not yet experienced Chen Fan's methods of torture. Although he was terrified to the extreme, he still forcefully suppressed his inner fear. He stumbled out from behind the machinery like a dead dog, kowtowed, and begged, "Sir, I, Zhao Tianba, failed to recognize the greatness of a deity like you, and provoked you. Please have mercy and spare my brother and me. You can make us work as slaves if you spare us! And, I am wealthy, I have a lot of money! I have more than two hundred million in cash in my bank account, and seven or eight real estates in Hangzhou, East Sea, and Hong Kong! As long as you let us go, they are all yours!!"
