PFFT.
A thunderous burst of laughter echoed through the small security room.
Qi Cun was laughing so hard he nearly fell to the ground.
Zhou Boran was also laughing, but his laughter held a sinister edge.
"Good. Very good. Come on, let me see how you're going to make me kneel and apologize today!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Pei Donglai swung a heavy hand across his face.
SLAP.
Zhou Boran felt a world-shattering force smash viciously into his head. His mind instantly went blank with a deafening buzz. By the time he regained his senses, he was already kneeling on the floor.
Excruciating pain followed. His head throbbed as if it were about to explode, and the agony forced a scream from Zhou Boran's lips.
