Du Yuesheng said menacingly, "None of you move, or I'll make your Brother Jing wish he were dead."
The goons from the Carnival were about to get up and fight, but hearing this, they reluctantly abandoned the idea. They didn't want to see Huo Jing being tormented to a miserable state.
Soon, Du Yuesheng's henchmen brought in a wooden table and a bucket of cold water. Splashing the water, Huo Jing woke up. His palm was now firmly pinned to the table, while Du Yuesheng held a hammer and several nails in his hand.
"Fuckers," Huo Jing cursed.
"Still stubborn, huh? I respect you for being a man. Apologize to me now, and I can go a bit easier on you."
"Apologize my ass."
"Good, since you don't know when to quit, don't blame me for being rude."
"Bang!"
Du Yuesheng stepped forward, driving a nail through Huo Jing's left palm into the table, which made Huo Jing scream in pain.
"How does it feel?"
"Great, reminds me of banging your mom."
"Then I'll let you keep feeling it."
