"Call Xing Chen over! I have something to say to him!"
Gu Beichuan gritted his teeth, allowing the icy cold liquid to make the already scabbed wound on his head start swelling.
The long-congealed blood was also melted, becoming filthy blood water that flowed down his cheeks.
The brand new shirt he had just changed into this morning was now terribly dirty; there wasn't a trace of his former elegance left.
Yue Nanshan, having been spat at like this, found his desire to win suddenly ignited. He reached out and sharply pinched Gu Beichuan's jaw, toying with it bit by bit.
"Didn't you hear what I just said? You'd better confess everything today, or when I get rough, you'll wish you were dead…"
Gu Beichuan's jaw, which had already been dislocated by Xing Chen before, was now being forcibly gripped by Yue Nanshan. The bone that had just started to heal was forcibly snapped again with a cracking sound!
"Ah!"
The old injury had not yet healed, and a new one was added.
