What Sort Of Torment Is This?

Have it here? For… for real?

Li Qiandong's knees buckled. 

Suddenly, the door to the reserved room was pushed open, and a servant entered the room with a tray of pork intestines. 

It was very fresh, with blood still seeping from it. One could even smell the strange fishy stench from ten meters away. 

"Let's begin." Cen Shaoqing then rubbed the prayer beads in an exceedingly slow motion. 

Meanwhile, his tone was exceedingly nonchalant. 

"Brother Fifth…" Li Qiandong was even stuttering from anxiety. "I thought you, you, you are a vegetarian? I… I shall become a vegetarian to accompany you from, from, from now on!"

Cen Shaoqing took a glance at him and said, "A real man keeps his promise and is firm in his action."

Li Qiandong stepped forward and walked to the front of the table with great difficulty before he took a seat. "Brother Fifth…"

"Eat."