Today is a very strange day.
In the woods of the abandoned small factory in the outskirts of Huadu, the small animals all felt disturbed, fortunately, they didn't know what it meant to call the police.
Just as the animal couple had finished their "dinner" and were preparing to commence their plans for propagating their species, a series of heart-wrenching and soul-tearing screams shattered the mood.
"King Yan, I was wrong, I offer my sincere apology to you."
"Please, stop tormenting me like this."
Qiu Yu's eyes were filled with terror, unable to imagine how he could still be alive after taking precisely seventeen hundred punches.
At this moment, his chest had collapsed inwards like a sinkhole.
However, King Yan controlled his strength so well that it caused great pain without being fatal.
He even suspected that not even the most skilled interrogators within the Yanhuang Soul who specialized in torture could compare to King Yan.
