The pants gradually became wet, with steam rising, and the pungent smell of urine filled the air.
"Wet your pants? Truly pathetic!"
Ye Chenfeng then threw him to the ground and slowly walked toward the other rich kids.
"You... what are you going to do?" Everyone stepped back, their eyes full of caution and fear.
Ye Chenfeng's smile deepened at the corners of his mouth: "Of course, just to have some fun with you all."
"No... don't come over..."
"Slap, slap, slap..."
Under Ye Chenfeng's relentless slaps, these rich kids quieted down, each as silent as winter cicadas, holding their breaths, barely daring to breathe.
Moreover, more and more people wet their pants, and the soaring smell of urine was extremely piercing.
In their terrified eyes, Ye Chenfeng stripped off their shirts one by one and twisted them into ropes, tying them together.
The men were stripped bare-chested, and the women were left with only their underwear.
