"What... what.. what do you want to do?" Liu Mou stuttered, and without realizing it, an inexplicable panic had risen in his heart. Looking at the scion in front of him, Liu Mou truly didn't dare imagine what would happen to him next.
"Not much, I just want to see how tough your body is. I have only one way of dealing with thieves—using a razor blade to slice their flesh. If it's an antique worth three hundred thousand, I'll cut you three hundred thousand times. And you're not allowed to pass out during the process. We will do it slice by slice, continually tormenting your flesh," said the scion, bursting into a sleazy laugh. His laugh was so wretched, so wild.
