The Chinese immediately poured the cement inside, and Yan Bu'er finally realized something. He frantically struggled, desperate as a cornered dog or a threatened rabbit. This time, Yan Bu'er no longer compromised. He gritted his teeth, trying to jump out of the chemical drum, but unfortunately, the drum was over a meter tall, making it impossible to jump out from a standing position.
"Damn it, you dare to move around, watch me beat you to death!" Feng Zhi Xiao exclaimed as he fiercely swung an iron rod down. Yan Bu'er flinched from the pain and retracted. The little brothers had already poured the cement in, and then vigorously stirred it, mixing the water and cement, while Yan Bu'er immediately began crying and pleading, "Ye Chen, I was wrong, isn't that enough? I'll call you lord, I'll call you grandpa, please let me go, let me go!"
