Three Disciples

After a full ten minutes, Lin Ao's entire body was exhausted and wracked in pain. He was covered in sweat, and his crotch area was incontinent.

Nothing in his training as a martial artist had prepared him for such intense pain!

"I'll talk! Hurry up and release me! Ye Tianzheng was taken away by Fang Zhenye! Go look for Fang Zhenye!"

"Ahhhh!"

Ye Chen put out the cigarette. He did not intend to remove the silver needles. Instead, he lit another cigarette.

"Ye Chen, you're in trouble… Ahhh! Please let me go!"

After the two cigarettes were finished, Lin Ao had been tortured to death.

There were no longer any screams.

His body was bloated beyond belief, and all his teeth had been crushed!

It was obvious what kind of pain he had suffered before he died.

Ye Chen stood up and said to Bao Xinhe, "Cut off his head and hang it outside the gate."

"Yes, Mr. Ye."

Bao Xinhe shook his head helplessly and did as he was told.