The second-in-command stopped mumbling whatever he was saying, walked up to Ye Ying, and stepped on the hand Ye Ying had pressed against the ground. He said, "Wouldn't it have been better if you were more sensible earlier? You wouldn't have to suffer so much!"
Ye Ying remained silent, showing no sign of pain or discomfort at the second-in-command stepping on his hand. He didn't even flinch.
There was no doubt he was a real man.
Seeing this, the second-in-command increased the pressure with his foot, but even so, Ye Ying still didn't react.
It seemed that even if he crushed Ye Ying's hand to a pulp, Ye Ying wouldn't care.
The second-in-command felt like he had punched a cotton ball, seeing no reaction he wanted. He felt very bored.
He snorted coldly, withdrew his foot, looked down at Ye Ying, and said, "You have no reaction to your hand being stepped on, it's fine, I don't mind. I want to see if you'll react when I make you bathe in boiling water next!"
