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"Ah!" came a scream.
Chen Feng had just snapped another finger, causing Ma Rongjun to writhe in excruciating pain. Seeing Chen Feng's smiling expression filled him with terror, and at that moment, he was genuinely afraid and hastily began to beg for mercy.
"Hehe, thinking of begging for mercy now? It's too late, my Young Master Ma."
As if he hadn't heard, Chen Feng continued to forcefully break another finger, eliciting another scream from Ma Rongjun. Now, Ma Rongjun's greatest wish was to pass out, but he couldn't even manage that; every time he was on the verge of losing consciousness, Chen Feng would bring him back to his senses, forcing him to experience a bone-deep sense of terror.
"Right, I've heard that you're one of Yanjing's infamous Four Young Masters. I imagine you've done many awful things, and that many people hate you. But they cannot defeat you, so they can only swallow their anger. Guess what, how do you think I'm going to treat you?"
