Cold sweat soaked through his clothes as he trembled and pleaded for mercy, "I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again, please, I beg of you, spare me, I won't dare anymore..."
"Sparing you is impossible," Jian Shichu said indifferently, "you only have two choices now. First, die comfortably; second, beg for life but can't live, beg for death but can't die, and then... die anyway. Which would you prefer?"
"No... no," the waiter shook his head in terror, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I was wrong, please spare me, I was forced..."
"Oh?" Jian Shichu raised an eyebrow with interest, "Who forced you?"
"It was Jiang Mingyoon!" the waiter yelled in collapse: "The Second Miss of the Jiang Family, Jiang Mingyoon!"
Without even resorting to torture, just the noble yet harsh aura emanating from Jian Shichu was enough to break the waiter's mental defenses in an instant.
Jiang Mingyoon!
These three words pierced Jiang Junsheng's ears like sharp needles.
