"Don't want to admit it yet?"
Lai Yuejin angrily looked at Fan Bing, "You've got guts, Mr. Fan. I'll make you pay."
"Shit, daring to threaten me, huh."
Fan Bing was completely enraged, "Take this kid inside New Moon, I'll deal with him properly there."
Half an hour later, not far from the food stalls at New Moon Night Club, within a luxurious private room, Fan Bing sat on the sofa, and in front of him was Lai Yuejin, hands tied, with a swollen face and bruised nose.
"Young Master Bing, here," Jin Zhong passed him a pair of pliers.
Fan Bing toyed with the pliers, "Lai Yuejin, which do you think is better, having your teeth smashed out or pulled out?"
"What the hell do you want?"
There was finally a flash of fear in Lai Yuejin's eyes, it seemed that Fan Bing was serious.
"Last chance to give me the answer I want, or I'll pull out your teeth."
"You're being serious?"
"Bullshit, I don't have time to mess around with you."
"Better think about the consequences of your actions."
