85: Chapter 80: Like a Wolf 85: Chapter 80: Like a Wolf Su Chen lifted his hand and took a bottle from a case of twelve held by Xiao Feng, the young man in black standing in front of him.
Then, under Zhou Ang’s increasingly expectant and playful gaze, and Xiao Yuan’s desperate, pleading, and tornting eyes, he forcefully showed no expression!
Crash!!!
The piercing sound of shattering glass made one’s scalp tingle.
Accompanied by a burst of the aroma of wine.
And a burst of glaring red.
The wine bottle shattered, the wine spilled everywhere, and Su Chen’s hand was a blurred ss of blood, too grueso to bear.
Even from a distance, it hurt, unspeakably painful.
Yet, Su Chen still had that calm, indifferent, serene expression, which annoyed Zhou Ang imnsely.
Could this man truly feel no pain?!
In his anger, Zhou Ang roared, “Continue!”
Su Chen picked up the second bottle.
Crash!
The third bottle.
Crash!!
The fourth bottle.
Crash crash crash!!!
The wine’s aroma grew richer, the blood more glaring, Su Chen’s complexion paler, and his hand no longer looked like a hand.
Even Xiao Feng, the man holding the tablet, and the other two n standing beside Zhou Ang couldn’t help but show a trace of respect and shock deep in their eyes.
What level of pain endurance was this?
From beginning to end, Su Chen hadn’t made a single sound, not even his breathing had changed!
He was utterly insane.
If they didn’t have Xiao Yuan as a hostage, they couldn’t imagine what would happen if they directly faced Su Chen.
This young man was terrifyingly brutal to himself, and typically, those who are harsh on themselves are even harsher on others.
“Damn it!” Zhou Ang’s face had turned ugly, and he cursed fiercely.
He wanted Su Chen to not be able to endure the pain, to start begging like a grandson.
He wanted not only to torture Su Chen to death but also to have Su Chen beg him like a dying dog.
But the reality was…
This was not what he wanted.
Taking a deep breath, Zhou Ang abruptly shouted, “Su Chen!
Kneel!!!
The third ga starts now!
The third ga is to kneel in front of your daddy, beg your daddy, kneel and beg your daddy!”
Zhou Ang was truly furious.
You think you’re silent?
Proud?
Not afraid of pain?
Then, I want you to kneel like a dying dog in front of .
Let’s see how you remain silent, how you stay proud then.
Finally, there was a change in Su Chen’s expression, his eyes filled with an increasing tinge of red.
Blood-red and eerie.
He stared at Zhou Ang.
Like a starving Demon Beast eyeing the most delicious food.
He could mutilate himself, bleed, break bones, endure the ultimate pain in his physical body.
But to kneel?
A man’s knees are like gold.
Zhou Ang was playing with fire, touching the bottom line.
Seeing Su Chen still standing in place, Zhou Ang huffed, “What?
You don’t want to kneel?
It seems your dignity is more important than Xiao Yuan’s life?!
If that’s the case, you can leave now.
Why would you care about what happens to Xiao Yuan then?”
“Su Chen, don’t kneel!
I beg you!!!” Xiao Yuan shouted loudly, shaking her head forcefully, “Su Chen, if you kneel for , even if you save , even if I survive, I will kill myself.”
In Xiao Yuan’s beautiful eyes was an unimaginable determination, leaving no room for negotiation.
A man’s knees are like gold, and she would rather die than see Su Chen kneel.
Su Chen had already done enough for her.
Su Chen, a man of ultimate pride, if he were to kneel, it would be ultimate cruelty, an indescribable living death…
She was not joking.
She would not allow Su Chen to kneel to save her.
This man, who should stand tall, absolutely should not be kneeling on the ground!
He should be standing!
Even if she were to die, even if she were left without a burial place, she would not allow Su Chen to kneel.
Not allowed.
She would not allow it.
It was as if the wind had stilled, and on the wide overpass, Su Chen stood silently, quietly, his complexion growing increasingly pale.
“Kneel down!!!
I command you to kneel, can’t you hear ?!
Huh?” Zhou Ang’s rage burned like fire, excited.
He felt he had found Su Chen’s deadly weakness.
You’re not afraid of self-mutilation, aren’t you?
Not afraid of crushing wine bottles?
Not afraid of death?
But can you bear to kneel?
Martial Cultivators rise against heaven, and their Martial Dao Heart, especially, holds paramount importance—to make you kneel would surely tornt even your death, wouldn’t it?
His body trembled with excitent, his eyes fixed on Su Chen, overwheld with anticipation.
“Su Chen!!!
Will you kneel or not?” Zhou Ang, in desperation, cried out, his hand wielding a large knife was trembling, each tremor seed ready to slice Xiao Yuan’s throat, looking incredibly terrifying.
“Little Jiu.
Go, break his legs, let’s see if he kneels then!” Zhou Ang suddenly commanded soone beside him.
It was in that mont that a flicker of anticipation appeared in the depths of Su Chen’s eyes.
Zhou Ang and his group consisted of five people.
Zhou Ang himself was an ordinary person.
The remaining four, acting as bodyguards, were Martial Cultivators.
So far, Su Chen had not dared make a move, not because of Zhou Ang but because of the four Martial Cultivators Zhou Ang brought with him.
If he made a move, those four would directly intervene, at least blocking him.
If he were to be blocked, then he would completely lose his chance, and Zhou Ang, in his fury, might just kill Xiao Yuan on spot.
No certainty.
But now, to tornt him, four Martial Cultivators, one of whom, Xiao Feng, now standing in front of him holding a case of wine, was positioned far from Zhou Ang, unable to protect Zhou Ang.
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