He clenched the handkerchief between his teeth, hoping he wouldn't cry out later and annoy his new master.
Xiao Wei, using specialized tools, gripped the Jian family emblem, heated it in the charcoal fire until it was red-hot, then pressed its smooth backside forcefully onto the original brand on the slave's body.
A burst of the scent of charred flesh filled the room violently, the slave groaning softly, his body shaking uncontrollably as if sieved, sweat pouring down like rain.
Xiao Wei thought that a swift end would be kinder than prolonged torture. Without giving him a chance to recover, he quickly flipped the Jian family emblem over, branding the forefront of it onto the slave's lower back.
The slave let out another stifled scream, biting the handkerchief so hard that blood seeped out, his body shaking like a leaf in the wind, his complexion ashen, as if he would collapse at any moment.
