I like 195.

Du Yuesheng was truly in pain, feeling as if Liu Zhizhong had a tight grip on his balls, rendering him unable to move.

But he still put on a tough front, feigning composure, "Liu Zhizhong, you've got guts, but you should consider the severe consequences of your actions."

"I don't need to consider anything! It's you who should consider whether you want to keep acting all high and mighty as the Mayor or obediently listen to me like a good little dog and do as I say."

Du Yuesheng's face grew increasingly ugly. He clenched his teeth, clenched them again, then slammed a fist hard onto the coffee table, finally unable to hold it in anymore.

"You tell me, what exactly do you want? But you'd better not go too far!"

He knew he had no chance of turning the tables.