170 The Host Was on His Way

Jack tossed a medical box to Yme. Under Adolf's hateful gaze, he began to sew.

Because there was no anesthetic, Adolf's screams lasted for about a minute.

The white nylon thread tightened between his upper and lower lips, pulling out a bright red line.

Then the steel needle went through his lips, and he pulled hard.

"Ah!"

Adolf was about to shout when Yme used a pair of tweezers to clamp his mouth.

"Haha! If I laugh again, I'll have a headache from laughing all night."

"This time, I feel like the entire world has gone silent."

"Yeah, I wonder how the host is going to play this time. I'm really looking forward to it!"

"Don't worry, it'll definitely be awesome."

The netizens were watching with great interest. Yme was seriously sewing Adolf's lips.

He swore that he had never been so serious before.

"Wu wu wu!"