Two-faced (2)

Zhao Ning's gaze followed the branding iron's entire process as he tried his best to shrink back. Behind him was an iron rack and he was still firmly bound by chains.

Even if he wanted to dodge it, there was nowhere for him to move.

"No! I beg you, let me go!" Zhao Ning was thoroughly frightened now and begged for mercy.

Pow! Pow!

Little Zhou boxed him in the ear twice brutally and said disdainfully, "Now you are afraid? Weren't you quite arrogant just now?"

"I ask and you answer. If there's any statement that I'm not satisfied with, the branding iron will leave a mark on you."

He gave him a glance, then sized him up from head to toe.

He then said teasingly, "You are such a big size, so your body should be quite big. I think I should be able to leave a dozen burn marks or so, right?"

"Don't do it! I'll tell you the truth," Zhao Ning yelled.