Ye Qing shook the stool leg in his hand and glanced at the three men, asking, "Who wants to go first?"
All three men's faces changed, none of them daring to speak; they had no idea what Ye Qing was up to. But it was clear—it was definitely going to be nothing good!
"No one stepping forward? Then I'll make the choice myself!" Ye Qing casually pointed at one of them and said, "You, start."
"Wh... what are you going to do?" The man trembled, panic-stricken, as he struggled to move backwards: "I... I won't go..."
Ye Qing grabbed his leg and pulled him over, lifting the other stool leg in his hand and aiming it at his mouth.
"What are you going to do? What are you going to do? Help!" The man screamed desperately, fighting with all his might, but to no avail.
"I want you to taste the feeling that girl had when she was dying!" While Ye Qing spoke, he suddenly jabbed the stool leg down strongly.
