Liu Qinglong tried hard to spit out the smelly sock in his mouth, but it was so tightly stuffed by Sheng Jinsen that he couldn't spit it out at all.
His stomach churned, and the food he had just ingested kept rolling around, making him feel like vomiting.
But now he didn't even have the privilege to vomit; the stomach acid reached his throat only to be forcibly swallowed back down, and Liu Qinglong's eyes suddenly burst with stars, utterly bedraggled.
'Mmm mmm mmm...' you motherfucker, just kill me already, it would be better than humiliating me like this.
Liu Qinglong howled, his muffled and indistinct voice completely incomprehensible.
"Look at you, so tough. When you had people ambush me yesterday, did you ever think you'd end up like this? Tell me, how should I deal with you?" Sheng Jinsen squatted in front of Liu Qinglong, gently tapping his cheek.
That infuriating face was now marked with the imprint of Pei Yibai's leather shoes.
