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"Knowing fear is best, otherwise, you might just end up spending a few months in a cell, getting a taste of what it's like when your 'chrysanthemum' is damaged and your ass is injured..."
Qin Fang slapped Wei Suo on the shoulder as he spoke, yet this gesture that should have been encouraging felt like the legendary 'Bone-Dissolving Soft Palm', sending chills through Wei Suo's entire being as if he had fallen into an icy cellar.
Who was in those cells? A pack of sexually frustrated wolves, and someone like Wei Suo, with no status or background, would be just a plaything for the other inmates. His 'chrysanthemum' definitely wouldn't stay intact, who knows how many times it would get 'blown up' in a day.
Such days would practically be no different from Hell. Wei Suo felt he might as well end it all than endure that; at least he would be able to preserve the purity of his 'chrysanthemum'.
