Time ticked away by the minute and second.
Brother Benji indeed displayed top-notch composure, even though his entire face was submerged in the soup bowl, he didn't utter a single sound.
He even adjusted his position to make himself more comfortable.
"Don't mess around!"
However, Fu Qian's sudden action had startled Lanaia.
With the situation already this chaotic, they certainly couldn't just watch as Fu Qian drowned him.
"How can you call it messing around?"
Fu Qian revealed a smile akin to that of a deranged killer.
"This is a legitimate technique, the legendary extreme pressure, understand?"
He looked down at Benji, who was completely relaxed.
"Brother Benji believes that we won't kill him, knowing that no matter what we do, we will definitely stop before he reaches his limit."
"This gives him the confidence to defy any threat, and even derive pleasure from restraining his fear of death."
"It is indeed a very logical thing, but there's a problem."
