"Hey, you're being rude. I've already apologized to you, so shouldn't you say 'it's okay' to me?"
Lang Liefeng lifted his head in disbelief, staring at Chen Che with trembling eyes.
In the crowd, many people were looking at the man's back with peculiar eyes.
Damn, are you the real devil?
Standing behind Chen Che, An Nishang's red lips curled into an intriguing arc.
"Come on, say 'it's okay'."
Chen Che picked up a stick and poked it at Lang Liefeng's wound, almost making him pass out.
Are you a devil?
People realized that Chen Che wasn't treating Lang Liefeng's injuries out of goodwill; he was torturing him.
"It's okay, really... nothing... is okay!" Lang Liefeng couldn't bear the pain anymore, screaming as Chen Che pressed the stick harder, almost twisting it into the rotten flesh of his severed arm.
"Is it really okay?"
"It's okay, please stop poking, I beg you, please stop, it's really okay, not a big deal at all!"
