Tan Zhengyong curled his lips. What did it have to do with him whether he gained the crowd's approval or not?
All he wanted was to avoid a beating.
But in reality, he hadn't dared to utter a word when he saw the government official coming over with a stool and a wooden stick. He still couldn't help but tremble pathetically.
How much would it hurt to have that arm-thick stick beat his buttocks?
Yet, as the official approached, there was no doubt he couldn't escape this ordeal.
The government official cracked a slight smile, "Are you going to lie down on it yourself, or shall we assist you?"
Tan Zhengyong swallowed hard and then slowly and reluctantly lay on the stool. Soon, the stick came down on his buttocks.
The sensation... was as if the flesh on his buttocks had burst into bloom. Tan Zhengyong screamed without any dignity.
"Ah, go easy, please! I'm dying here!"
"My dear brothers, please have mercy, stop hitting me, ah, it's killing me, mother, it's killing... ah!"
