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The man on the ground was rolling in pain. Lian Cheng slapped a stack of photos onto his face and said in a low voice by his ear, "These pictures should be of that thing of yours, right?"
The person on the floor was sweating cold sweats from the pain and when he saw the photos Lian Cheng was holding, his entire body stiffened. Lian Cheng took out a small knife and lightly traced it across the man's face, slowly moving it downwards, "You seem to enjoy showing this off to others so much. What do you think about me cutting it off and displaying it on the square in the city center for everyone to see?" He elongated the last syllable.
The man curled up, not knowing whether he was crying from fear or pain, with tears flowing non-stop and his body shaking uncontrollably. He kept talking, "I was the one who sent them, please don't kill me."
