Qin Yu cracked a smile.
"Mr. Qin, let me go! Otherwise, our Wen Family will never let you off!" Wen Zihua was practically fuming with rage. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Qin Yu snorted coldly and raised his hand to grab Wen Zihua's collar, tossing him onto the large bed.
"Brother Qin Yu, can I do it now?"
"Not yet, we need to tie him up first," Qin Yu shook his head.
"Right! We can't deal with him while he's under anesthesia, that would be too easy on him!"
Qu Xiaoting nodded vigorously, then paused before saying with a disappointed face, "It's a pity, Wen Zihua is too dangerous. If it really doesn't work, then we'll have to handle him in an anesthetized state."
Hearing this, Wen Zihua let out a sigh of relief. At least under physical anesthesia, he wouldn't suffer too much while being tormented.
Unfortunately for him, how could Qin Yu let Wen Zihua have his way?
Qin Yu said with a smile, "We still have some spare ropes."
